John thought he understood the concept of love. A touch, a murmured sigh in the dark. He and Sara lying fingers intertwined as they necked in the back seat. Moments of heavy breathing and glistening eyes. Smiles and laughter shared in one breath and one heart.

As Rebecca moved within his arms, he knew more. Beyond the physical, beyond the bliss of shared history and shattered dreams lay a fullness he had never experienced with Sara.

He bent and kissed her cheek, fondling her hair with restless fingers. This was love, far more than he ever could have hoped for.