[ Watching Jill's face light up is like watching the sun rise--almost too beautiful and brilliant to look upon with naked eyes--but Clive watches her with something like hope kindling in his heart because he cannot look away. The way she's looking at him now... something has changed.
He rises with her gentle prompting, and his breath catches in his throat at what she says next. ]
Again...?
[ Does she know him? Does she remember? He says her name like a verse from a holy text, soft and reverent, and his vision blurs momentarily as unshed tears well in his eyes. He laughs then--when was the last time that happened?--and scoops her unceremoniously into his arms, spinning her on the glittering beach and pressing his lips to hers with all the enthusiasm of a man reunited with a lover he thought he would never have the chance to kiss again. ]
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He rises with her gentle prompting, and his breath catches in his throat at what she says next. ]
Again...?
[ Does she know him? Does she remember? He says her name like a verse from a holy text, soft and reverent, and his vision blurs momentarily as unshed tears well in his eyes. He laughs then--when was the last time that happened?--and scoops her unceremoniously into his arms, spinning her on the glittering beach and pressing his lips to hers with all the enthusiasm of a man reunited with a lover he thought he would never have the chance to kiss again. ]