One Moment in Time

He ran his leathered hands like silk up my back, pausing to gently soothe the raised scars that defined my abusive past.

Could this really be love, I thought. Could I finally love another without fear?

Almost in time with my thoughts, he deepened his kiss against my wary lips. I trembled, but soon relaxed into his embrace, the wild cacophony of my emotions stilled beneath his patient touch. Tonight, I would surrender; I could always second guess our passion in the morning. Tonight, I am his to love, and he is mine.