Suzanne tightened her grip on Juan’s hand. She couldn’t imagine a better moment than the one they were having. What else could be as peaceful as laying on a hill and watching the clouds overhead.
Sure, it wasn’t the typical “perfect” date, but who cares? This was their moment and no one else’s. Let her friends have their romance books. She’d take this over any tawdry romance any day.
“So…” Her voice trailed off as she smiled at a passing cloud and the spell it cast over her. “What are you thinking?”
A gentle snore answered her.
It’s still perfect.