His grey eyes link mine, searching, with the ghost of a smile playing across those appealing lips. Cold wind smarting against my skin, damp sand tangled around my toes, warm jacket around my shoulders, supporting arm around my waist. His strong arms are around my shoulders, tight, trying to hold me together as I finally start fall apart.
Cozy, wrapped in his sweater, television murmuring in the background. Cars flash by, but seem distant, wrapped in a world made for two.
(May 30, 2012)