““But I want more' I whisper. 'More?' he looks down at me puzzled, his eyes darkening. I nod and swallow. Now he knows. 'More,' he says again softly. Testing the word- a small, simple word, but so full of promise. His thumb traces my lower lip. 'You want hearts and flowers' I nod again. He blinks down at me, and I watch his internal struggle played out in his eyes. 'Anastasia' His voice soft. 'It's not something I know.' 'Me neither.””
