If Elizabeth was going to put a stop to this, now was the time. She looked at me, perhaps having the same thought. I waited, keeping my face impassive. This was more her decision than mine.
A thousand emotions flittered across my wife's face. I could guess some of them... she wanted to, she didn't want to. She was afraid, she was emboldened. She was shy, she was confident. She knew herself, she didn't.
I wanted to give her whatever support I could, so I simply nodded. She could lake that any way she needed to. As permission. As acceptance. As approval. Her eyes melted m relief, in thankfulness. Her lips mouthed a silent "I love you," as she tilted her head back and offered her mouth for him to kiss.
