A Secret Love

Despite all, despite the way her heart ached simply when she looked at him. “Of courseI love you.”

You have my heart—don’t break it.

If there was any chance that fate had at last smiled and sent love to touch them both, she could not live without knowing.

She wasn’t capable of doing anything by halves—when she gave, she gave completely. If she gave her heart, it would be his, all his, forever.

She’d yet to experience the full expression of her love, the total spectrum of her need. But she could feel the force, the power swelling within the bud; if freed, it would sweep her will before it—it would become the dominant force in her life.

She loved him, but her love had not yet fully blossomed

“Now it’s time to let go and live the life you should have lived. With me.”

“It’s an ardent and undying passion, not just on my part but yours as well.”

I want you because I can think of no other I would rather share my life with. We suit.

“I’m more than sexually attracted to you—you’re the woman I want as my wife.”