December 9, 2016 by dellanioakes
“A man may say many things in the heat of passion, Bella. It doesn’t make them any less true, but it certainly makes them less—accurate.” He shrugged, staring across the moonlit water. His long fingers absently tugged at tufts of grass.
Gabriella laughed suddenly, her bright giggle filling the cool night air. “How can you wiggle out of something so important by claiming it was said in passion and therefore not binding? Words spoken when you’re in my arms should be even more of a firm promise.”
“Firm, eh? I’ll remember that. A very firm promise, eh Cariña?”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes