"Mm hm." She blinked rapidly to dry the tears before they fell. "Have I told you today that I love you?"
A smile threatened to escape, and he shook his head. "Not today."
She laughed softly. He never got tired of hearing her say it.
"We'll love," she whispered.
"We'll love," he whispered back.
Their pledge to love each other was enough. They no longer had to compromise, test, or fight to understand how each other felt. Serge gave to her freely and often. And she was addicted to him. Head over heels. Completely. Forever.
They'd survive.
