She could not make an effort to move, she could only feel so happy and utterly content, even while her pulses throbbed and the blood raced in her veins.
Slowly his hold on her tightened.
She raised her face to his.
“Fiona, I love you,” Jim said. “God, how I love you!”
He did not kiss her, he only gazed at her for what seemed a long time.
Then he said,
“Will you live with me, my darling, so that I can look after you at any rate until – ”
He paused and they both knew what name was left unsaid.
After a moment she said rather shyly,
“Should I say ‘yes’?”
“No my precious,” he answered. “You should not and I am a cad to ask it of you.”
“I – love you,” Fiona murmured. “I do – love you so much.”
Jim took a deep breath.
“I tell you what we will do, my precious one. We will be together,
