When the night grew thick with anticipation, they slipped into the darkness together, their silhouettes merging with the shadows.
She looked at him then—really looked—at the small freckle on his cheek, the way his mouth softened when he smiled, the habitual tilt in his posture when he was considering an awkward hinge or a stubborn nail. The moment hung between them like a sentence waiting for its final word. Kylie Richards Shane Diesel