by Dawn Metcalf
"Consuela..." he said aloud, and couldn't seem to find more words to say. He brushed the hair from her face and placed a kiss at her hairline. She buried deeper into his chest and the edge of his lips caught the side of her cheek. He placed another kiss there. Her tears stopped. The moment caught like a breath. She was afraid to guess. Afraid to move....And thus follows an awesome, awesome kiss. Like, not just steamy, but romantic. And so is the guy. (His name is V, by the way. I think it's a dreamy name. Hee.)
// Please. //
One arm unwound, letting the light and him in.
(p. 156 - 157)