I Love You, He Cried Softly

He could look her straight in the eyes now, unashamed and glad. And she was unashamed, even if a little flushed at what had happened. The same thought was in their minds, and he knew that she was not sorry. He wanted to take her in his arms again. But instead of that, he took the silken braid gently in his two hands and crushed it against his lips. I love you, he cried softly. She pointed to the candles. They won't throw any javelins in this storm. In a moment, their cry was drowned in a crash of the storm that smote the cabin like a huge hand.

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