His eyes were dark blue and questioning, and he looked exactly how she felt, a little bewildered and wary. But he didn’t move back or take his hands off her—they were both breathless.
Sophie closed her eyes, tipping her head back for second, trying hard to get her brain back in gear. Then she met his eyes again; not a single word had passed between them yet. He watched her, his expression full of wonder and so much tenderness that she wanted to crawl inside his heart and stay there forever.
“Sophie?” A voice came from beyond the utility room, “Hey, Soph, you in there?” Noah Dixon pounded on the screen door, tugging against the hook.
Yeah, they got interrupted. It was inevitable, right? 😉
Here’s a shot of the white caps on Lake Michigan, taken from the top of Sophie’s beach steps. I hope you continue to be intrigued by Sophie and Ben. Stay tuned for more from The Summer of Second Chances. Comments are welcome and encouraged. Please don’t miss the other Weekend Writing Warriors. Head on over and check out the work of dozens of other writers. You’ll be so glad you did.