Much later. Shall we go to bed now? And sleep?' 'Sleep?' she said. 'Oh, that does sound wonderful, Duncan. I could sleep for a week – but only if your arms are about me.' 'Where else would they be?' he asked her, his one arm closing more tightly about her waist as he led her up the steps to the house. 'Nowhere, I suppose,' she said. 'Precisely.' She yawned and tipped her head sideways to rest on his shoulder.
Being in love, he thought, was the most wonderful thing.
The best thing in the world, in fact.
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