He already had. In a matter of weeks, he’d turned my bleak existence into a life worth living.
“Oh, this one is coming off.” He reached for a crystal, but I took his hand into mine before he could pluck it from the wall. I shook my head with a good amount of force, praying he would understand. “What’s wrong?”
I blew out a breath. This no-talking thing was a bummer sometimes. I lightly touched the gem, sparkling with the rays of sunlight that barely reached it and then touched my chest, right over my heart.
Then shrugged, realizing how dumb I probably looked.
“It’s special to you. I understand. Thank you for stopping me before I did something to offend you.”
He put his hand over mine, still right over my heart. My body flared to life, my thighs quaking with need, and my stomach pulling taut.
We stayed there for a while, basking in the glow and shimmer of the crystals. But as dusk began to take form, we headed back.
When we reached the cabin, he scooped me up, brought me inside, and showed me again how much he loved me without words.