How about #35 for Diana/47? 😊
“Tell me a secret,” she whispered as she slipped her hand into his. Her fingers were warm, her palm soft, and he couldn't help but squeeze gently. He wanted to engulf her with all of his being, but a tentative tightening of his fingers was all he felt he could do, for fear of chasing her away, of shattering this moment into more pieces than he could count.
“My memories are gone,” he reminded her mournfully, “I have no secrets.”
“Not that kind of secret, then,” she told him, her voice little more than a sigh that tickled across his face like a warm spring breeze. “Tell me a thought. Something you've never told anyone else.”
He took a deep breath. He never shared his thoughts with anyone – he could answer her a thousand different ways.
He needed to choose right. This moment felt as fragile as a newly hatched bird, as ephemeral as a spiderweb facing a gale...
“You...” he murmured softly, the single syllable escaping his lips in a rush of breath as if it had only been waiting to be freed. “My only thoughts that matter are of you....” Without a word, she shifted beside him, laying her free hand to the side of his face, and inching her enchanting visage towards him, gradually capturing him, spellbinding him with her approach, until finally, at long last, her lips met his.
He'd chosen well. It was the only choice that mattered.
