“I wish I had the right to accept what you could give me,” she sighed, trying to concentrate on the breathtaking panorama spreading under their feet.
Nate moaned with pain and buried his face into the woman’s hair, inhaling her scent. While his thumb gently stroked her wrist, and he felt how warmly she cuddled into him, he was sure he was going to lose his mind. The pleasure to hold her in his arms, and the agony that he still couldn’t kiss her, bordered on physical pain.
They floated over Westminster Bridge, then Waterloo Bridge. The red double deckers now looked like tiny bugs under their feet. They proceeded past the Royal National Theatre, and caught sight of Shakespeare’s Globe.
“Look over there! The Shard!” Max pointed towards London’s tallest building. “Do you know it’s 310 meter
