The moment stretched, taut as a bow string before releasing its arrow. Then it snapped. He took me by the waist and pulled me to him, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, one hand clutching his waistcoat, the other curled around his neck. I should have been cold, my clothing wet through and my hair dripping. But my blood coursed fast, my heartbeat pattering more quickly than even the rain outside our little haven under the willow.
