Mary watched him watch the sky, taking in his profile, his bright eyes. He was so beautiful, it almost seemed unreal to her sometimes. She was glad that he was his, and that they were here together and alone.
(The last few weeks the temptation to stray again had been strong but she'd been fighting against it. Being away from any other men who might catch her eye seemed safer.)
She reached out to brush his hair out of his face and said, "feels like it's been a long time since it was just you and me without any outside forces wanting our attention." There were always the people Mary was helping and her little apostle group, or there were his warriors and raids to carry out. They lived together in the same building but some days she didn't even manage to see him with how busy she felt.