“That sounds awfully good to me,” I said with a sigh, wishing I could shove away all the woes of my world.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He pulled me down until I was lying on my side facing him, my head resting on his arm. He brushed my cheek with a hand, frowned, and asked, “How well can you see without your glasses?”
“I’m farsighted, so I can’t read without them, but for the most part, I can see.”
“Ah. Good.” He gently took off my glasses and set them on a flat bit of rock behind us. “I wouldn’t want to smudge them with the amount of kissing I’m about to conduct all over your face.”
“Ooh,” I said, excitement rippling through me. I let him pull me up against him, my hand tracing out the line of his bicep through his white shirt. “I shouldn’t ... I just got through pointing out how d
