CHECKMATE, DARLING
His right arm rested comfortably in a permanent, stylish leather sling, while his left hand held mine, his fingers interwoven with mine.
"What are you thinking about, CEO?" Daniel whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek.
"I was thinking about the King's Indian Defense," I said, smiling, turning my head to look into his happy hazel eyes. "And how a sacrifice isn't a loss if it gives you the entire board."
Daniel laughed softly, pulling me closer as the warm spring wind blew through the streets of New York, carrying the crisp, rhythmic sound of wooden chess pieces clicking against sixty-four squares of freedom.