With these thoughts, moved, she leaned into his embrace once more.
He, on the other hand, held her even tighter.
In the spacious hall, apart from the familiar music, there was a peaceful beauty to be found.
The hotel was neither far nor near to the Green Lawn Community.
With the proposal a success, Flynn Taylor insisted on walking the woman home.
This involved crossing several streets.
Fortunately, the moonlight was exceptionally beautiful.
A handsome man and a tall, gentle woman walked side by side towards the Green Lawn Community, bathed in moonlight that glittered on the diamond ring, casting a soft glow.
"This is the time when ghosts and spirits roam, aren't you afraid they'll come out and chop off my hand?" she said, unused to wearing such a large ring and wanting to take it off, but the man wouldn't allow it, saying once it's on, it's for life and must never be taken off.
"You think ghosts are vegetarians!" he retorted.