But then Cole ran for her, sliding on his knees to close the final distance between his hands and her skin. Kyle wrapped his head in her arms, cradling him.
“My sweet Cole. That’s better. That’s better.” Kyle braced her hands on his shoulders and slowly lowered herself to her knees. She put her hands on his cheeks and waited until he looked at her. “You forgot something last night.”
Cole looked puzzled.
“You made me promise you something. Now you owe me a promise.”
Cole nodded somberly.
“Be the real Cole. Promise me you will be you.” Kyle’s voice was strong and sure.
Cole felt his heart soar with her embrace, settling the feelings inside him. “Kyle, I’ve done so much wrong. I think I’m done being the real Cole. How much hurt can I cause?” He could hardly speak through his fear.
She smiled again. “I’ve done my own share of wrong, but look. Look around. We’re in the perfect place.”
The church looked like paradise. A frame of broken rainbows arched above the lovers on their knees.
Cole held her face to his, whispering, “Help me.”
Kyle gave him the absolution he needed with her lips.

Author: Debra Anastasia