Pulling his horse to a stop, he reached into his pocket and extracted her glove from where it rested against his heart. He marveled at the size of it, only fitting the width of four fingers where her wrist would go. Giving in to a rash and impulsive urge, he brought the glove to his nose, letting the silk brush against his lips. He hunted for her scent, lilacs and lavender, and filled his chest when he found it.
