Evelyn, Part 8

Chapter 42: Evelyn, Part 8

I nodded and took his warm hand. Delling was like nature, as though he were made from it and melded with it. His scent was just like the wind through the trees, his soft glow like the sun’s warmth; all were elements of my love affair with the large meadow stretching outside my house. I sensed there was something deeper that drew me to him, something more than his link to my memories or the attraction I felt for him, something I couldn't physically see, feel, or explain.