As he dropped the outgoing mail in a post office box the church bells began to toll. "Perfect timing." he thought. He strode across the square and by the seventh toll he was within arms reach of Becky. She was waiting for him outside the doors of the church. He stared at her for a moment, took her in. She was wearing a simple summer dress that danced in the light breeze. Her hair was tied in a loose twist allowing for a few strands to tumble out. She was squinting her eyes looking up at the bells and he could see her lips mouthing "seven". She was counting along with the bells. He knew in just a second she would look in his direction so he quickly stepped behind her and leaned in to kiss her neck.
Instead of being pleasantly surprised Becky shrieked right into his ear. He had forgotten how easily startled she was. She quickly recovered and lowered her arms when she recognized him. Then he saw a flash of anger, "Jonah!" he cringed at the sound of his name uttered with so much fury, "How many times have I told you not to scare me like that!" Her voice began to lose its edge and her eyes soften as she finished the last bit. He knew she wasn’t really upset, but he should have known better. "I’m sorry Becks, I didn't mean to. I just was gonna do this," and he pulled her into him and kissed the crease where neck and shoulder meet. He tasted the saltiness and breathed in her smell, a scent he would know anywhere. He didn’t want the moment to end but there was mass to attend and plenty of time later to finish what he’d just started. His eyes met hers and knew they were mirror images of his, full of love and hope and desire. "Come on Becks, let's get this over with so we can sin for real at home" he whispered. "Jonah," she said coyly. He reached for her outstretched hand and led her into the church.