Her love is a light . . . my light. “Jay,” she murmurs as she runs her fingers through my stubble. Her eyes search mine. “Yeah, baby?” “Can we come back here next weekend?” she asks hopefully. “Really?” I whisper. She nods with a soft smile. “I love this old house.” I smirk. If the truth be known, I’m kind of keen on it myself. “Maybe.” She snuggles against my chest. I feel her relax in my arms, and after a while,
