Burning in the Atmosphere

"Moon," he said more tenderly this time, eyes deepening. "I always believed your middle name was so appropriate. The beauty, the mystery, the allure of a goddess. You are enchanting like her." He lifted her hand to kiss it, the curve of his lips as he did giving away his intent to make a scene of this. 

"Graeme…" she said, gently warning him. Her blush spots burned brighter.

He knew that she hated when he gushed about his love and affection and desire for her with so many people around. The pack members loved it, of course. They always cheered and whooped and encouraged him. It was like living in a constant state of celebration about their union.