Dave enjoyed kissing Brooklynn when he knew she loved him. And he loved her. The feeling was quite indescribable actually, and he let the sweet scent of apple blossoms fill his senses.
She giggled and broke their connection, and Dave simply held onto her and let the seconds go by one by one. A breeze kicked up, and he whispered, “Should we go? Did you get your apple blossom fix?”
“Yeah,” she said, stepping back and putting her hand in his. “You up for more coffee-flavored treats?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Dave said, though the memory of that tiramisu sure did call to him. “Maybe ask me when I haven’t just eaten a huge breakfast.”
She smiled and laid her cheek against his bicep, and Dave hoped they’d always feel so comfortable with one another. No, she didn’t tell him a lot about her therapy
