Her heart crashed against her ribs when she saw the shape of the silhouette sitting on their favorite branch. Black hair waved in the slight breeze that whispered through, and she gathered her nerves and weaved farther down the path. How she knew he would be there, she didn’t know. It’d been years. Years since he’d met her there, but she’d been unable to fall asleep, her body alive with an awareness that had kept her tossing in bed. A lure that had pulled at her. Tugged at that place that had always been reserved for him.
