A Place in the Sun

by R.S. Grey

“Oh my Liam Neeson. I’ve been taken!”

“Bloody hell. Are you mental?” She grinned. “Never been confirmed one way or the other.

I knew it was loads easier to crumble under the weight of grief than it was to stand up with it on your back, but every day you carry it forward you get stronger and stronger, and eventually it doesn’t feel as heavy as it once did.

“Holy shit! Did you just laugh? Or is that just some strange new sound you make when you’re brooding?”

He might have labeled his growing affinity toward me as a symptom of Stockholm syndrome, but I think a part of him (a part hidden deep down inside, probably near his bowels) had become genuinely accustomed to my company—which

Our lips melted together as he kissed me. Hard. Aggressive. Impatient. If kisses could kill, ours would have.

bella…tesoro…luce dei miei occhi…” He was coaxing me out of my sour mood, gently teasing me with Italian pet names. Lovely, darling… Before I could ask what the last phrase meant, he pulled back and met my gaze. “Light of my eyes.”

Just because you possess the fertility of ancient Mesopotamia doesn’t mean the rest of us are baby-making machines.

knew I’d spend the rest of my life loving Georgie Archibald here, in our place in the sun.