Hooking an arm around my waist, he pulled me close until our chests were pressed together. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I clasped my hands together tightly in anticipation. Hugh’s movements were slow and purposeful, like he had thought about what this day would look like a thousand times before. So had I, but my imagination had nothing on the real thing. I couldn’t take another second of anticipation and clearly neither could Hugh because he lowered his face to mine at the same time I tilted my chin up.
