Stone laughed, spinning me before he set me back on the ground. He took my hands. “Come, darling, there’s a fire already burning, and I want to tell you a story.” Smiling, I squinted an eye. “What kind of story?” “A love story. An adventure.” A grin slanted on his lips as he walked backward toward the lighthouse, the beam circling above our heads. “The story of us.”
Blubbering.
