fingertips. Shaunelle drew in a deep breath and wondered if it would be her last. She felt like she could die right there in his embrace, in arms that were now
enfolding her and gently caressing her back and neck through her dress.
"T’Shaun ..." she began tentatively, but the words just escaped her.
"What love?" he murmured, his lips against her forehead, his warm breath making her head swim.
"T’Shaun I want ..." she again choked on the words, not believing what she was about to say. Her hands held him very tightly as though she was drowning and he was her saviour.
T’Shaun placed several tiny kisses on her forehead, before speaking again.
"You want what, my love?"
There, he said it again, those words “my love”, she thought as she reeled internally, feeling the emotional power in his every gentle and subtle touch. She raised
her face a little to his, her head thrown back and neck exposed. One of his hands came up to cradle the nape of her neck and the other grasped her waist to pull
her more tightly against him.
"You want me to kiss you like this, or this, or perhaps this?" He laughed quietly, not at all mocking, but a soft and very kind sound. His lips nuzzled against her