Bearclaw Valley bluegrass

her heart swooned. it swelled, fit to burst, and she'd never felt so elated. it was pure euphoric bliss that thrummed through her veins. she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so happy, and surely whatever memory it may be could not outshine this. 

cole was her purpose. to love him and to be loved by him is all she needed. so to hear him reassure her that he too was happy...well, if she was struck down, she could die a very happy woman. 

"you have my everything." she murmured. her heart, her soul; all of it now cradled in his palms, for him to protect. and he would, as this she knew without a shadow of a doubt. tilting her head back, she'd skim his jaw with feather-light kisses. 

"i used to dream about this," came a gentle admission. "about having a home to share with the one i love. having someone to call mine, and for me to be theirs." she'd dreamt about calling a man her husband in due time, one who wouldn't hurt her. cole dulled the ache her last fiancé had left, and he would heal the scars that crossed her heart. 

there came the question; should she reveal her old lover? the man that drove her away from her home, the man that had caged her? despite the serenity of the moment, an inkling of anxiety chilled her. would cole still want her, knowing she'd been used and tossed aside?

she calms herself, as she sinks into his side. all would be revealed eventually.