C50 Fifty

It isn’t until he brushes a tear from under my eye that I realize why he wouldn’t. “I wish I could take all your pain from you,” he says in a sober voice. “I think, even if you told me not to, I’d do it anyway because I never want you to be in pain.”

“I think that’s love,” I admit. “Yes, so do I.”

“I think I’ve decided.” “On what?”

“Where I want us to make love.”

His eyes darken