CHAPTER 7
Having just completed class, Breanne sat on the bus, waiting to arrive downtown, and as usual, her mind returned obsessively and persistently to her burgeoning romance. Hard to believe, after living almost twenty-eight years without forming a single romantic connection, that I’ve been head over heels crazy about Nicolas Brassard for six weeks. It’s a beautiful romance, the kind people dream of.
Outside the bus window, the trees, in the full glory of summer, waved in a warm breeze. The weather is heating up, and so is my relationship. Hot kisses had grown to include wandering hands and tighter embraces. I don't think it will be long now. I'm ready. Though she appreciated Nick's restraint in not pressing greater intimacy on her, she felt a bit shy about asking him for the next st
