figuratively, right away. This was a start. “I...” Could she say the words aloud? He'd already risked them. “You what?” Now he encircled her with his arms, his breath warming her now more than his hand did. “I love you, too. Probably ever since way back when. I loved Peter the boy, and now I love Peter the man.” Then he kissed her, and her heart sang. He loves me, and I love him... “Tell me you won't leave.” He pulled her closer, and she leaned her head on his chest. “I won't leave.” “And I'll tell you this: I'm one hundred percent in favor of you and me, together.” “I like the sound of that, Applejacks.” With that, she kissed him back.
Follow the continuing romance and celebrations at Barncastle Inn: April 2013 – Revolution At The Barncastle by Susan Page Davis