Whispers After Dark
His hand slid from my throat to cup my face; his thumb brushed my cheek with sudden tenderness.
“I love you,” he whispered, voice wrecked.
I turned my head to kiss his palm. “I love you too.”
Slowly, carefully, he eased out of me, both of us hissing at the sensitivity. He gathered me against his chest, pulling a soft throw blanket from the side table to drape over us. The first true rays of sunrise gilded the balcony in rose and gold; the sea glittered like scattered diamonds below.
We lay tangled together, hearts slowing in unison, watching the new day begin.