Lilac Spring

Not able to speak, she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, wanting somehow to express what she felt for him.

At the same instant Silas turned his head to hers and began saying “Good night.”

He never finished the words, as her pursed lips touched his half-open mouth. She could see his eyes widen with the shock of the contact.

She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe. All that she could think was she never wanted the moment to end.

A second later he jerked back.

“Well,” she said, too awed by the contact to say anything more.

His eyes stared into hers, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I—I’m sorry about that,” he stuttered, taking a step away from her. “I’ll say good-night. I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.” Already he was hurrying down the path.

“Good night,” she called after him, laughter in her voice, her high spirits returning. He had kissed her and it had not left him unaffected! If it hadn’t actually been a kiss, it had been close enough! If he was going to act shy about that, well, she’d make him see it was all right. More than all right!

Thank You, Lord, oh, thank You, Lord!

She stayed on the veranda until Silas was out of sight over the rise in the road. She brought the shawl up over her mouth, hugging herself with it, reliving the feel of his lips against her mouth, their softness and warmth.

It was a sign, a definite sign, that she and Silas were meant for each other.

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