When she tucked him back in and pulled up his zipper, the sound echoed in the small alcove. He lifted her carefully from her kneeled position below him and sat her back on the little ledge, wiping away the dust from her knees as her legs hung around his hips. Bruching her hair back from her face, he held her chin up to his mouth and kissed her softly, slowly. Telling her with his actions how much she meant to him, how deeply he was falling for her, his Golden Girl. 