A smile tugged at the corner of Diana’s bubbly lips, her curls springing as she once more turned her attention to the toy box. I was about to state the lateness of the hour and politely bow out when Diana opened a long thin box, retrieving from its depths…a wine-colored candle. 

I did not care who heard me beyond the confines of our nest. I let the world know the wonder and perfection of her mouth. I moaned and cried as she rocked my world, my fingers riveted to the headboard above me.