Kayla Perrin
Though there was no need for him to continue touching her, he didnâ€™t remove his hand., Deanna stared up at him, feeling her internal temperature rise. And then he did something she didnâ€™t expect. He lowered his hand to her waist, then put his other hand on the other side of her waist. Deanna didnâ€™t need the jacket to keep warm. Not at all . . . "I never forgot about you," Eric said in a low, throaty voice. ,Dusk had turned to dark since theyâ€™d arrived for dinner, and the streetlights provided the only illumination as they stood on the sidewalk. But Deanna wouldn't have needed that to see the heat swirling in Ericâ€™s eyes. "I . . ." She didnâ€™t know what to say. This moment was surreal. Certainly one sheâ€™d never expected to experience. Not after she had run from Cleveland and left everyone and everything here in the rearview mirror. ,â€œBut truly,â€ Eric went on, â€œthis is what I thought about. Wondered about. Wished Iâ€™d gotten the chance to do.â€ â€œHmm?â€ Deanna asked, not understanding. But a moment later, Ericâ€™s comment became crystal clear when he placed a finger beneath her chin, tilted her head upward to his, brought his mouth down onto hers, and kissed her.
Romance,African American Romance,Romance,Music
Heart to Heart