Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're born - F. Scott Fitzgerald

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.

A rigour passed over him,
blood rose into his cheeks, his forehead, and there was a steady thumping in his ears. It was first love.