She could feel the sincerity of his words, hear it in the way his voice dipped on the words 'my beautiful wife'.
Then his eyes dropped slowly to her lips.
She wet them without thinking.
A heartbeat later, he was kissing her again, the taste of him so familiar and intoxicating, and she returned the kiss with equal fervor, fingers curling loosely into his hair like she intended to meld her body to his.
"But I have to confess something to you," he said against her lips when they finally broke apart, their foreheads resting together, breath mingling. "I looked through your journal while you were still unconscious."
She pulled back just enough to narrow her eyes at him, though she was surprised to realize there was no real anger behind the gesture.
"When did you learn to snoop through other people's things?" she asked, a faintly chastising note lacing her voice.
