I’m dead.
I’m dead and I’m in Heaven.
There’s no way that I could feel like this and still be alive.
So, yep. I am dead.
Hildreth rolled onto his side and admired his wife as she slept in his embrace. Her one ponytail had popped free of its constraints while the other had remained mysteriously intact. Her liberated hair lay loose and wild in every possible direction.
He gently swept her hair out of her face and kissed her with equal gentleness.
Her forehead.
Her eyebrows.
Her eyelids.
“Elsie Mayhew, I am the most fortunate, most blessed, most dog gone luckiest man in the entire world.” He kissed her ear and slowly made his way down her neck. “Because of you. I love you and you love me.”
Because you love me.
You love me!
“You don’t know how amazing that is.” He kissed her throat. “How completely amazing you are…and you are. You are amazing.”
She sighed and shifted in his arms. “Almost as amazing as you?” she murmured.
He chuckled softly. “I’d hate to be the one to say it.”
She opened her eyes.
They were gold. Pure gold. Bright and warm like summer sunlight. Soft and calm like a spring peeper sung summer night.
“You are amazing, Hildreth.” She snuggled closer to him, draping her leg over his legs.
“Mmm. That feels good.”
Her hands moved up and down his back.
He moaned happily. “Oh, yeah. That feels so good. Els?” He tucked his hand under her untied hair.
She kissed his shoulder. “mmm?”
“Did I do good? I mean, I didn’t hurt you or do anything you didn’t like, did I?”
“Trust me, Hildreth. If you did either, I would have made my objections clear.”
“Oh? What would you have done?”
Elsie smiled wickedly. “I would have bit you just like—-” She nipped his shoulder.
He laughed in delight. “Hoooo-wheee! Elsie Mayhew wants to eat me.”
“I most certainly do.”
He grinned roguishly at her. “So? What’s stopping you, Elsie baby?”
Elsie rolled him onto his back and leaned above him. “Nothing whatsoever.”
“Els.” He untied her remaining ponytail and scrunched his fingers into her hair. “Let me lead this time.”
She kissed him and whispered soft and sweet in his ear, “I’m all yours.”
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