The Luna on a Chain
Opening the box, he took out the watch and handed it to me.
“Will you put it on?”
“With pleasure.”
As best as I could, I fastened the clasp. His hand remained in mine. Our eyes met, and Kirill gently pulled me toward him, settling me on his lap. His arms wrapped around me tightly, and our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.
At that tender moment, someone knocked on the door. We sighed in unison.
“The doctor is here. He insists on another IV.”
“Ugh…” I groaned.