Chapter 3

Time changed circumstances. They were not school kids any longer.

Her relaxed step providing plenty of time to inspect her, head to toe, and back up again. Her thick, heavy hair hung straight. He dreaded the idea of her going grey or changing the colour on a whim. A shorter style than ever before, but he liked the soft drape. At the back, the cut swayed in a slight V, directing his attention to hips clad in jeans, both narrow.

An all-too-recognisable craving to touch those locks crept over him, chasing the heat of desire, egged on by his natural mischievousness, all sliding into his belly. He might be lucky to cop a feel, or steal a kiss. He picked up his pace.

Not wishing to terrify her—best to give her some warning, especially in such an isolated area—he cleared his throat, approached, and stretched out his right hand. The dream became reality as he combed fingers through her hair, bringing her to a halt, growling out, “Say hello to an old friend.”