"So do you like it?" Harry asked as we laid on the giant California King Bed in the beach house. The sounds of bird song outside our open balcony window thingy. How anticlimatic.
"I love it so much, thank you, Harry," I whispered, hugging him tightly.
"I love you so much, Christina," Harry whispered, hugging me back and grazing his nose on my hair.
The silence that filled the room wasn't uncomfortable, it was happy. Content. A "I accept you, I love you, and I don't ever want to hurt you" silence. We sat there, holding each other, breathing quietly and thinking.
But what makes you happy can't last forever, because life doesn't work like that.

Notes

there will be a sequel! xx -gigi