A Handful Of Stars
I said, pointing towards me and then pulling my hand up to point my finger at my head,"And my mind, is Shahryār."
He looked at me quietly, his lips opening and closing as he gaped at me for a little.
"And you, my dear," I spoke up, running my hand down his shoulder and his chest to rest it over his heart,"Are the stories that are keeping Scheherazade alive, and are the stories that are helping restore Shahryār's faith in life & love, in one way or another."
He shook his head slightly, a smile smile blooming at his lips,"God, how can you expect me to not kiss you later when you say such words now?"
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