...The Cliffs of the North Sea...

Clinging tightly to each other, they were silent as the winds of the North Sea whipped around and past them. (A) shiver ran through Brielle's body. Without releasing her, Matthew pulled back and looked at her. "I'm sorry, My Love. You're freezing. Let me take you home."

Brielle looked up into eyes that, at this moment, were a perfect reflection of the gray-blue waters of the North Sea. Startling in their appearance, she couldn't stop the feelings they evoked from deep within her. ... She reached up and kissed him. The move surprised him, but Matthew quickly took over, deepening the kiss. When their lips parted, she stared up at him. She knew that he could see all the love and desire for him that she held in her heart. "The sea smells like you," she whispered, her voice soft and husky.

Matthew gazed down at her, his own need for her on full display. "You have no idea how many times I've stood on this spot and imagined you standing here with me, just like this. He (kissed her again), gently tugging at the corner of her bottom lip, then leaned back to meet her eyes. "My life doesn't taste right unless I'm tasting you with it. I love you, Brielle."

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