Eliza’s finger slipped off of page 69 in her novel, when Terrence kissed her shoulder. He wanted to cook for her, and would not let her lift a finger to help him. Looked like he would threaten her if she tried to.
He took her hand, and walked her to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for her to sit. He watched her eat with such intensity, that she stopped.
“What? Is this laced with arsenic?”
She raised her hands to her throat. Terrence leaned in closer to her, and then wrapped his arms about her.
“I love you.”
Eliza kissed him. The leftover taste of the meal he had prepared, accents of garlic and pepper and other seasonings seasoned their kiss.
She was pretty sure her kiss said I love you, but she whispered against his neck.
“I love you.”
The day was love, it was a day of love. Terrence got whatever he wanted for the day, whatever he wanted.
He wanted her how she wanted to be. Naked for a bit, in one of his shirts for a spell and under him for a lot of it.
And Eliza got what she wanted for the day, and she was thankful.
Thankful for love.
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And their love is so damn beautiful. If I’m honest, I find the love between Eliza and Terrence much more beautiful than between her and Rafe…
Rebel xox
intriguing! for
me love is love!