It took Seeker and Beautiful twice as long to climb the stairs as it had to descend. They stopped often, catching their breath, laughing at each other. Their hands never parted the whole way up.
At the top of the stairs, she gently slipped her hand from his. “Not here,” she said softly. “Someone might see us.”
He let go, reluctantly. Who cares if someone sees?
He slowed his steps, dreading the cottage door. At last, they reached her room. She offered him her hand. He took it, gazing into her eyes. Those beautiful almond eyes, shining just for him. He held on to the moment, fixing it in his memory.
“Can I kiss you?” The words were out before he could stop them. Regret hit instantly. How could he be so awkward? How could he ruin the perfect day?
“Not my lips,” she said, lightning flashing in her eyes. She glanced away, her cheeks flushing pink. Then she turned and offered him her cheek.
“I’ll miss you,” he said, trying to extend the moment.
“No, you won’t. I’m going to visit you in your dreams.”
