That he tells her so rarely makes the times that he does even more special. Her heart melts, just as it did the first time he told her. She stretches out beside him and rolls close, hooking one leg over his hip as she kisses him tenderly.

"As I love you," she says softly, trying not to look too closely at how thin he has become. They have both lost weight, though she feels she gained a bit of muscle while on their latest boat. His cold kept him in bed, and she is thankful for that, as it allowed him to perhaps put a pound or two back onto his lithe frame.

"Do I look different?"