The breeze on Lover's Island is warm and feels comfortable as it brushes against the skin.
Lorraine Hughes's long hair is lifted by the wind, with a few strands falling in front of her eyes, adding a touch of disheveled beauty.
Her brows are calm, listening intently to Nathan Bolton talking, with a slight upward curve at the corners of her mouth.
Since being with him, her smiles have become more frequent.
Even she feels that she has changed.
The hostility that once filled her has dissipated, replaced by a gentle warmth; she never expected she would change.
Suddenly, Nathan Bolton's large hand falls on her face, tucking those few rebellious strands behind her ear with a softness that surprises even him.
In a flash, an image crosses his mind: her hair cascades down her shoulders, slightly damp, as she whispers.
She calls his name.
Nathan, Nathan...
He had never thought his name could sound so sweet.
