"I love you." She repeated, smiling. When his eyes widened in disbelief, her smile turned sheepish. "My heart, my body, the whole of my being rejoices in your presence." Every time he called her name, in the way no one else did, it gave life to her heart, and when he held her hand as he did now, she was overjoyed. He was perfectly different, and this perfectly different man loved her in a perfectly uncommon way.
"You love me?" He seemed puzzled.
She bit her upper lip. "I do." Why else would her heart gladden when he spoke, and why else would she feel the need to kiss him right now? She stared at his full bow lips. "I truly do."
But Alexander released her hand and stood up, walking away from her. "Do not trifle with me, Guinevere."
"I do not." She would never think to.
"Only this evening, you told me you did not. And once, you swore you could never."
