The Weight of Forgiveness

***Milena***

“It'll always be me and you against the world,” I added, my eyes twinkling like the stars above. I moved up a bit, giving him a kiss on the forehead and when I slid back down and rested in the comfort of his arms again he was smiling sheepishly, his cheeks, plump and red.

“God, I'm toast,” he whispered in a strangled, husky voice, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “What have you do