"Adrian…" His name left her mouth in a whisper, "To you, what is love like?"
He looked into her eyes quietly.
For a moment, only silence stayed between them.
But then he opened his mouth, "All-consuming."
Obsessive. Possessive. Destructive.
Yet, gentle. Patient. Healing. And nurturing.
Ella smiled a little when she heard that, "I didn't see you as a poetic person," she chuckled.
But suddenly, the man gripped her chin and made her look at him.
He was still buried inside her as he laid on top of her but his face was solemn as he said, "What is it to you?"
Love… What was it to her?
The smile on her face faded a little but in the darkness, her eyes sparkled like the brightest stars as she said, "You.''
Nobody said a word after that yet the silence seemed more than enough.
Adrian didn't need her to say more; she didn't want to take back what she had just said.
They stayed like that, tangled, skin pressed to skin, the warmth of their bodies keeping the night at bay.
