If tenderness had a color, it was the deep, rich brown of Duke’s eyes. If sweetness had a flavor, it was his kiss, soft and hot against my mouth. It was a timid thing, opening my heart up enough to fuse it to another. To give someone the very thing I’d guarded so closely. But there was freedom in it as well. Without movement forward, we become stagnant. I didn’t know where our love might take us. But I had chosen hope over fear, and so far, hope felt like a warm wind in my face, looked like smiles that wouldn’t stop coming, and a feeling of pure happiness that was all-consuming.
