keep me waiting much longer； I may attack you。〃
The waiting ended。 He possessed her as the pale purple of early evening
bathed them in its glow； and it was good from the very first。 Good 。。。
better 。。。 all…consuming 。。。 exhausting 。。。 absolutely； positively
mind…blowing。
Arms and legs entwined； they slept； the deep and satisfied sleep of two
who were spent and content。 Long forgotten was the maple syrup on the
stove； cooling to a thick amber perfection； and the French toast that
was to have showcased it。 They were oblivious when dusk faded to a dark
and moonlit night。
When Anne awoke some time later； the only things she cared about were
the warm chest pillowing her head and the lean hip under her palm。 Her
first movement brought a tightening of the arm across her back and the
reverent caress of a hand。 Smiling； she kissed the matted hair on his
chest； then tipped her head to see him。 His chin was strong but relaxed；
the angled jaw likewise。 His hair fell in waves over his forehead；
lending a boyish charm。 But his eyes…his eyes held hers； speaking of
love。
〃How are you？〃 he asked gently。
She traced the line of his jaw。 〃I've never been better。〃
〃I love you。 You know that now； don't you？〃
She nodded。 He could never have made love to her the way he had if it
hadn't e from the heart。 But he repeated the words as the night