The Soft Whispers of Love
Our fingers weaved together tightly.
When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness.
"Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…"
"Then… Do you want to continue?"
Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time.
The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together.
Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing.
The End.