When I opened my eyes, Will was watching me, rapt.
“That was beautiful,” he said.
“Thanks.” I laughed. “I guess? I didn’t write it.”
He put his hand on mine and gave me a gentle smile. “You won’t let my compliments stick, will you?”
I was startled by his words but even more so by the electric sensation caused by his hand on mine. His eyes were a blue that made me think of a cloudless sky.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Merrow,” he said then. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
There was an urgency in his voice that drew me toward him. The wind rose off the Bay, swirling around us. I lifted my chin and pressed my lips to his. The blanket slipped from my bare shoulders, but it didn’t matter; Will’s arms were warm around mine.
