To Help You Remember

I sit in a beautiful garden, the precious staff Odin gave me balanced across my knees. I love this spot, it’s my favorite in all of Asgard. I set my knife to the side and blow on the wood, sending fine shavings into the air. Odin said he chose this rarest of gifts for me, a branch from the Tree of Knowledge, so that I’d always remember.

I can’t imagine ever forgetting.

With a smile, I run my fingers over the carving Michael added to the staff - the symbol for love. Two hearts entwined as one.

As if he’d been summoned by my thoughts, I feel warm hands slip over my eyes.

“What would you do if you couldn’t see me?” my love whispers in my ear.

“I would touch you,” I say, laughing at our familiar game and reaching my hands up to touch his soft curls.

He gathers my hair to the nape of my neck. When he places a kiss there, pleasure courses through me.