Essie and Tom stood outside, braving the cold autumn wind and a light drizzle.
Even though dark, ominous clouds stretched across the charcoal sky, Essie felt a rush of warmth sweep through her cold limbs as she stared deep into his dark, fathomless eyes.
A hint of pink stained her cheeks when he curled his soft, plump lips into a knowing smile. A strangely captivating feeling cannonballed into the pit of her stomach and set her insides on fire.
He reached out a strong hand and gently took hold of hers. The touch of his warm, slightly moist, calloused skin triggered fireworks in her brain and filled every nook and cranny of her slender body with desire.
He gave her cold, trembling hand a slight tug and pulled her into a strong embrace.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered into her disheveled, red hair.
She didn’t answer; her brain couldn’t find the right words to tie into a sentence.
Instead, she rested her head against his chest and marveled at the sound of his steady heartbeat. It felt as though she waited for an eternity for this moment, but it’s only been three months since they’ve met.
She stole a quick glance at the old couple that sat comfortably inside the café and smiled at them.
“Cold?” Tom asked when she shivered from the inexplicable warmth that prickled her skin
He unbuttoned his wool coat, wrapping it around her, and pulled her closer to his chest. The scent of his skin and the warmth of his body sucked the air out of her lungs. She wanted this moment to last a lifetime.
She wanted him to be her sweetheart.