wasn’t the night.
“Emily Radcliffe,” she said, her voice still quivering with
emotion. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” Emily grinned. “Please, please do. I’ve been waiting
all night for you to do just that.”
When Dani couldn’t move because she was suddenly
frozen, half in awe, half in fear, Emily looked deep into her
eyes. “I won’t ever leave,” she promised again. “Never. I
won’t ever abandon you. If we decide this doesn’t work, we’ll
decide it together. But I hope we don’t. Because I’d rather it
did.”
“I’d rather it did too,” Dani said, and fresh tears trickled
down her cheeks. Emily leaned forward, kissing away the
moisture with her lush pink lips. The touch made Dani’s skin
break out in goosebumps. The good kind.
When they finally kissed, it was beautiful. An explosion of
longing and passion, but it was also sweet and tentative, a
sharing of secrets, a kiss between lovers who know they’re
lovers. It wasn’t uncertain. It wasn’t bound by an agreement. It
was two people who genuinely needed and adored each other,
sharing a wonderful, beautiful moment.
When Emily broke away, she turned, noticed the TV and
laughed. “One day you’re going to have to turn the volume
on.”
Dani nodded. “It’s a deal. I saved you some of those
cookies. I actually didn’t have any.”
“Why? Scared I’d poison you?”
“Maybe before the casserole, but not after. I simply couldn’t
eat a thing until you got back.”
“You should have your dinner, then. Until I’d talked to my