"I'll be gentle, Love"

Earlston, Scotland, 08:40;

Xi Yuan stared at the girl in a daze, her words still resounding in his mind. 'I want this, Yuan', she'd said, 'I want this to happen with you.' All those doubts, and uncertainties, flooding through his heart; those words were an end to them all. And it was then that he knew they were ready to become one another's. Entirely. With every atom in their body. 

He was at a loss of words to express his elation at the moment. He was no artist like her. He couldn't recite poems to her, nor could he make such simple words sound like magic the way she did. But he was her Yuan. He didn't need to do any of those things. The power he and his touches had on her; he'd always been au fait of them.