'Don't....' She whispered as he pulled the pins from her hair, so that it fell loose around her shoulders.

He looked at her, his face all shadowed angles in the candle light, his eyes black, glittering.

'It's as though we've never been apart', he said quietly, threading his fingers through the loose silk of her hair feeling the texture, the shining thickness against her skin. 'Three years is a hell of a lot time to wait'.

Holding herself rigid, Sharon abandoned her pride and whispered, 'Please ...