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Mary and Matthew lay on their balcony, reclining on a pile of blankets and cushions.
Mary had insisted that they should enjoy the Cannes climate whilst they could, and Matthew had no qualms about spending some time in the fresh air, so they’d fleeced the covers from their bed and built a sort of nest outside.
It would be a bother when they had to put everything back later, but it was a rather perfect night, so they’d both deemed it worthwhile.
Mary was reading, and although Matthew had a book with him, he found he was far more interested in the night sky. It was blissfully clear that night, the moon a slim crescent, allowing every star to shine twice as brilliantly.
“Mary?” Matthew began, turning to his wife (his wife!).
“Yes, darling?”
“Don’t you think the stars look marvellous tonight?”
Mary lowered her book, and turned her gaze upwards.
“Oh, yes,” she agreed. “Marvellous indeed.”
Once he’d looked at her, Matthew found he could not look away, not even at the stars. He reached out to stroke her face, then her arm, charting all of her exquisite freckles.
“I see the Milky Way in your skin, my darling.”