“Can a glass of wine do that?” She wonders, looking for a reason to downplay the obvious.
“Yes, he’s handsome,” she relents. “Thoughtful, intelligent. But…” taking him in, she loses the thought.
Eyes. Lips. The rise and fall of his chest…
His eyes meet hers. Sensing her hesitation, he smiles patiently, kisses her forehead, and stands.
She reaches for his hand.
“Stay,” she says, the word barely a whisper.
There’s no doubt he’s the one. They love each other. There’ll be no more holding back.