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I'm not the man you think I am

Was that true? Or was it possible that he was not the ht he was? It all seemed so obvious to her It was in the way he had recited poetry and the firm embrace of his arms when he had held her on his horse He needed so Dare she hope- he needed her?

Nervously, she crossed the roo a foot or so in front of hioodwave of desire rocked through hi to tell you…" Christ, how could he tell her? "I wanted to say…"

"What, John?" Her voice was exquisitely soft "What did you want to tell ht herself, and it was getting so da "Oh God, Belle," he groaned "You don't knohat you're saying"

"Yes, I do I remember every moment of our kiss by the pond"

God help him, John leaned a little closer to her His hand reached out with no direction fro hers in a war down at his hand as if it had the power to heal the world of all its ills

Such devotion, such faith, such pure beauty was too roan that hovered soainst him His lips found hers in a frantic kiss, and he drank of her like a one years without nourish the silky soft feel of it as his lips traveled the length of her face, worshipping her eyes, her nose, the line of her cheekbones

And at so The blackness in his heart didn't disappear, but it began to crack and cruht on his shoulders didn't lift completely, but it seemed to be lessened soood that she could erase the stain on his soul? John began to feel giddy, and he clutched her to hi her hairline

And then she sighed "Oh, John, I feel so good" And he knew that she was content

"How good?" he ood," Belle laughed, returning his kisses fervently

John's lips trailed across her cheek to her ear, and he nibbled playfully on her lobe "You have such sweet little ears," he said huskily "Like apricots"

Belle drew back, a surprised smile on her face "Apricots?"

"I told you I'm not very poetic"

"I love apricots," she declared loyally