A/N- Happy Valentine’s Day.
She sat looking at him across the table, his blue eyes serious and intense. She wouldn’t look away, not this time, not tonight. She had looked away every other time, but not tonight. The sounds in the restaurant were fading, slowly becoming a silence, a very loud silence. He lifted his drink to his lips and took a small sip, his eyes never leaving hers.
Mary Anne–you are my Queen of Love Stories! You are the Best!
