My Love At Last
“The rain continued to pound. Two empty wineglasses sat on the coffee table. Etta James crooned “At Last” in the background.
Olivia was wrapped in Connor’s arms with a throw from the couch covering them. Connor tenderly stroked her curls, and placed tiny kisses every so often on her forehead. What she felt right then at that moment was a closeness that she had never experienced. The lyrics to the song were hauntingly real for her. She wanted to hold on to this moment, even though she knew it was only temporary. She snuggled closer.
“Cold?” he whispered.
“No.”
He adjusted the throw over her shoulders. “What is it, then?” He ran the tip of his finger along the tiny cleft in her chin.
She released a slow breath. How much could she say, if anything at all? But if she wanted to hang on to this temporary closeness she would have to give a little.
“You’re very lucky, you know,”
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