"Can you say it again? That you love me?" Arthur whispered softly amidst the warm embrace that held them together. His tone was full of hope, as if afraid the answer was merely an illusion that would vanish.
Kalea closed her eyes, trying to savor the warmth of the man she had longed for. Holding him just as tightly, she buried her face in the crook of Arthur's neck, the familiar scent that always made her feel safe filling her senses once more. "I love you, Arthur."
Arthur's smile widened, broader than he had ever smiled before, as if the once-gray world had now burst into vibrant colors. In his joy, he lifted Kalea's petite body into the air, startling her. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" he asked, his smile reaching his eyes.
"No, but put me down, Arthur. I'm scared of falling," Kalea replied, uneasy at being lifted like a child.
