P is for Promise

His nose grazed along my throat. “Right here?” he asked playfully.

     I nodded and let my head fall back, exposing more of my neck to him. He laughed quietly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

     I sat up straighter and looked at him. His eyes were bright with the restraint.

     “To which part?” I asked and watched as the meaning of my question registered in his mind.

     “Hopefully to all of it,” he finally said, pulling back, suddenly guarded.

     I bit my lip as I nodded. “It was.”

     The soft smile started in his eyes and kept on until his whole face lit up. 

     The next graze I felt was cool metal on the fourth finger of my left hand.

      “Right here?” he asked and I nodded. Right there.