Her answer was in the loud squeal she gave, in the way she threw herself at him so they landed in a heap on the tiled floor with a joint oof! In the smoochy kisses she planted all over his face.
'I'll take that as a yes,' he laughed, pushing her hair out of her eyes before wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tight.
'Yes! Yes.' She giggled, eyes sparkling.
'Good. Are you happy?'
She pulled back, planted a solemn kiss on the corner of his mouth. 'Yes. Are you?'
He nodded solemnly, 'I am.'
And it was true. Thanks to his wife's love letter, he knew that it was all right to say hello to happiness again.
By Nikki Moore
It’s stunning, Melissa thought, as she wandered down the wooden flight of stairs that lead straight from the idyllic wooden cabin onto the beach. She arched her arms above her head in a leisurely stretch then let them fall to her sides. It was balmy already and all she needed to wear was a pair of cut off denim shorts over a scarlet bikini in the early morning warmth. Not something she could do back home in the UK.
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