“Promise you will tell me all of your dreams, my love.” She didn’t pull out of his embrace. “My dreams?” “I intend to make them come true.” He kissed her forehead. “Every” – he shifted and kissed her cheek – “single” – he pressed a quick kiss to her lips – “dream.” “And if I told you that you already have?” He smiled. “Then you shall simply have to dream up more.”
