love brimming inside him.
“I know it has not been very long, Nadia,” he said, lifting her hand to his lips. “I love you.” She gasped. “Zen…”
“Shush, you do not need to say anything,” he countered, his heart hammering so fast he did not know if he could hear her if she did speak.
“Zen, I love you too,” she said, so soft it touched his heart, but slammed into him like a hammer. “I‟ve been secretly in love with you for months.”
“Me as well,” he said and kissed her again. “My hot dollop of wasabi.” Nadia laughed. “Hot and spicy.”
“Show me,” Zen said. And she did.
The End.