Bella . . . my sweet little flower,” he said softly, reverently as he took her head between his hands and pressed their foreheads together. “After over four hundred years of solitude, I think I am ready for you and an entire barrel full of children. Nothing could please me more.”
“Oh, Jacob,” she sighed with delight, kissing his lips eagerly. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Well, as I recall . . . you had the bad luck to fall out of a window.”
“Ah, but that was good luck, because you caught me.”
“No, little flower,” he murmured, pausing to kiss her deeply and thoroughly. “I think it is safe to say that you are the one who caught me.

Auteur: Jacquelyn Frank