As her hand rested over his heart, she felt the temperature of his body lingering at the palm of her hand. The warmth that she was used to yet ardently longed for and the once steady heartbeats that she always hoped to disturb now erratically pounding at her touch.
"It beats for you now," he confessed.
Perhaps it wasn't the confession that she had been waiting for with neither perfect setting nor candle light dinner or fancy dress. There weren't flowers to symbolize their union, exploding fireworks, or an act of buying the whole place. Neither were his words the ones she had been waiting to hear.
It was just her and him, two individuals in the same bed, under the bask of sunlight.
