Fifty

It isn’t until he brushes a tear from under my eye that I realize why he wouldn’t. “I wish I could take all your pain from you,” he says in a sober voice. “I think, even if you told me not to, I’d do it anyway because I never want you to be in pain.”

“I think that’s love,” I admit. “Yes, so do I.”

“I think I’ve decided.” “On what?”

“Where I want us to make love.”

His eyes darken. “Really? And where is that?”

“Here, beside the stream.” I lean up and kiss him. “And then in the stream.” I kiss him again. “And then—”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re thinking I’m capable of far more than I am.”

My smile fades. “No, I’m not. And I’ve decided, that as Luna, I’m going to be as demanding as you.”

He grins. “Is that so?”

I nod. “Yes, but only in bed. Like you.”

“Well, I’d better get to work giving my Luna what she wants,” he murmurs as he lowers his head to mine.

His next kiss is full of heat and desire, but it’s also tempered with the tenderness that is, and always will be, Mack.

At first, we mov