eclipse

“That makes sense.” He sounded slightly mollified. “Tell me another favorite night.” “Flying home from Italy.” He frowned. “Is that not one of yours?” I wondered. “No, it is one of mine, actually, but I’m surprised it’s on your list. Weren’t you under the ludicrous impression I was just acting from a guilty conscience, and I was going to bolt as soon as the plane doors opened?” “Yes.” I smiled. “But, still, you were there.” He kissed my hair. “You love me more than I deserve.”