For The Love Of You. Donna Hill

happen. Instinctively, Craig’s hand found its way to the center of her lower back as he guided her along the narrow streets. The heat from her body sizzled on his fingertips, and it took all of his concentration to stay on task and not focus on what her skin would feel like next to his. Talk, don’t think, he reminded himself. Talk.

      “I know it’s been a while since I’ve been here, but I got to admit, it feels totally different. Nothing like I remembered,” he said. “I mean, it kind of looks the same, but the vibe is off.”

      “I know what you mean. I feel the same way. The only difference is that I’ve been here to see it happen.”

      “Hmm.” He lifted his chin in the direction of a small bistro up ahead with a sandwich board out front announcing its menu. “Let’s check this place out.”

      They walked up to the sandwich board, scanned the menu, looked at each other and grinned in agreement. Craig held the door open for her, and they stepped inside.