“Are you as giddy as I am, Jen? I feel like a young lad with his first crush.”
“Yes, I am giddy. As much as we’ve talked, and as much as I’ve enjoyed our daily conversations, this is much, much nicer.” She took his arm and pulled him a little closer to her side. He put his arm around her waist, and she copied the gesture. They paced their steps to match.
“It is nicer, but I must admit I feel close to you whether we talk or not, walk or not. Since the first day we connected online I was drawn to you, you know.”
“You, too?” She stopped walking and he turned to look at her. Her face was radiant in the fading light.
He traced her jaw with one finger, needing to continue to touch her.
“Me, too. You captured my heart before we’d shared ten words.”
Was that a blush? Hard to tell between the naturally dark skin tone and the limited light.
“Is that a little crazy?”
He shook his head and attempted to explain. “I don’t think so. I think there are kindred souls in this world. People who know and understand each other instinctively, effortlessly. I suspect we are two such people. I marvel at the connection, the way I feel so comfortable and so at ease with you, the way you seem to understand what I try to say even if I stumble over my words.”
They stood a few inches apart. She stepped forward, closed the distance between them and placed her lips to his ear.
“And when you whisper in my ear, like this,” she murmured softly, “I get goosebumps — the good kind.”
He reached out with one hand firmly on her waist so she couldn’t lean away, and with the other, stroked her cheek. She leaned into his hand and looked into his eyes again, then closed her eyelids and parted her lips ever so slightly.
It was an unmistakable invitation, and he obliged very gently, dropped his mouth to hers, and moved lightly across. She increased the pressure ever so slightly, kissed him back. He was the one who pulled away. She opened her eyes and looked into his again.
Placing a hand on each side of her face, he stroked his thumbs over her high cheekbones. “Oh, Jen, luv, touching you is sweet. So sweet.”
She smiled ever so slightly and leaned in for another kiss. “Sweet indeed, sweet Michael,” she whispered and then kissed him again.