“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my
lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender
kiss.”
As I listened to Collin say his line, the butterflies returned to my stomach with a
vengeance. XXX “I have watched you learn
this part until it’s the only thing you ever think about. “Is the day so young?” I heard Collin’s opening line, and smiled even wider. The
butterflies in my stomach morphed into a whirlwind, a longing for more kisses. I’d already had 4
bottles, and I was working on my fifth. Maybe I would
get to be his real life Juliet, too.
