Light of the moon
The Marquis of Rosyth' voice deepened as he spoke, "Have I spoilt what you felt for me, my precious?'' Neoma moved a little nearer to him. "I am... sure that if you... kiss me... we will find it is still there." She only whispered the words but the Marquis heard them. He put his arms out, she moved into them, and he held her very gently against him. "Oh, my little light of the Moon," he cried, "Having found you I think it would kill me if I lost you." "That is... how I felt... when I thought I had... lost you." The Marquis drew her closer and slowly, as if he were half afraid, his lips found hers. Just for one agonizing moment, Neoma thought that the wonder she had felt was gone. Then like a streak of lightning running through her, it was there--moving through her whole body into her heart.