“How about a walk now?” Jessie smiled up at him. “It is a beautiful evening. If you let me drop the food in my car and pick up my jacket, I’d love to walk around the plaza.”
“Perfect.” He claimed her free hand in his and they walked out into the gentle spring night.
After he settled the jacket around her shoulders, he buttoned the top button for her. He reached for one of the curls around her face. It was soft and springy to his touch, just as he’d imagined.
“Naturally curly or curling iron?”
“Naturally curly.” She winked at him. “When you meet the rest of the family you will see it is definitely in the genes.”
He’d like to meet her family someday.
He stroked her cheek with one knuckle. She was so beautiful. She watched his eyes as he moved his hand down to her chin. He tipped her face a little closer to his. Her rosy pink lips parted slightly. They simply begged for a kiss and he couldn’t resist. He dropped his lips to hers, continuing the soft, gentle theme of their evening. Her lips were warm and smooth under his. He brushed them lightly and pulled back a bit so he could see her response.
She reached up to cradle his face between her hands, sinking her fingers into his beard, and pulled his face closer. She kissed him back, a sweet, warm, caring kiss.
Her touch soothed the pain in him somehow. She broke the kiss and looked at him. Tears swam in her eyes. “It’s today, isn’t it?”
For a heartbeat he wasn’t sure what she was asking, but connected the tears with his own grief and nodded.
“I thought so. Thank you for sharing this day with me. How difficult that must have been.”
“Not as much as you might think. Want to take a stroll while I tell you about it?”