A faint scent of rain hung in the cold, wet air of that one December evening. It was drizzling, and there I was enjoying my cup of chamomile tea, sitting by the window with Champ contently purring by my feet. Stephen was on the floor, strumming his guitar. The notes drifted in the entire room and into the flickering fire of the fireplace.
"That's very nice," I said.
He smiled and continued playing that nameless tune.
"Tell me how much you love me?"
Stephen looked surprised but he stopped playing. "Well first off, I love you more than this guitar," he said, and placed his guitar down and sat beside me.
"And I love you much more than my CD collection of The Beatles."
"Hmmm."
"Mind if I ask you the same thing?" Stephen asked, holding my hand.
"Well," I said, and started thinking. How much did I love him? He kissed the top of my head.
"I love you more than coffee." He kissed me on the forehead.
"And cake." He kissed my nose.
"And cheese." He kissed me behind the ear.
"On second thought, not cheese. Just cake and coffee."
"Ha-ha." He kissed me softly on the lips and gently started unbuttoning his shirt that I'm wearing.
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by KASH
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