Part 1


She can smell his warmth.

Before, she felt the light brush of his hand across the small of her back.

The subtle touch sending waves of sparks crashing over her skin; a deep gasp of surprise escapes through her pursed lips.

Bare feet chilled in the slick, cool dew as she stepped backward, closer until the span of her small shoulders fits gently into the warmth of his chest.

The coolness of the August night sends shivers across her skin, giving her even more excuses to bury her body into his.

He doesn't move, standing directly behind her; he inhales the soft scent of her hair with every breath but is unwilling to show her its effects.

Ever so slowly he raises his right arm, reaching out with his index finger to allow the soft tip of his finger to make the slightest contact with her, settling on the single strand of gold- laced –with-sapphires that wraps around her wrist, tracing his way gently up her arm.

The heat dissipating from her skin causes shivers over the trail his finger is tracing before coming to rest at the nape of her neck.

He begins to twirl the soft, unruly lock of blond hair that rests against her collarbone.

Wrapping the hair around his finger until the length of her ivory neck is exposed - beckoning him.

He tilts his head forward; his warm breath floating across her ear as the swell of his bottom lip brushes ever-so-slightly over the curve of her neck.

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