“Yes,” he murmured. “I think I feel it now.” I let my eyelids flutter closed. Let myself be surrounded by him, as he kissed the dawn off my skin. My husband. My ally. My lover. Facing a new day beside me. And as that golden sun crested the horizon, as a new year broke, as his lips found mine, my answer rose to the surface of my skin like the moon rising in the night sky. And not a single part of me doubted it as I whispered into his kiss, “I feel it, too.”
