" She turned his face to hers. The stubble at his jawline scuffed against her hand. Their eyes met, and a shared joy was strung between them, like a gossamer thread of spider silk. Edward lowered his lips to hers as the sun flamed pink behind them.
“Promise me something?” she softly pleaded.
He wrapped his arms fully around her. “What?”
“Promise we’ll be happy. "

― Jenny Knipfer , In a Grove of Maples (Sheltering Trees #1)