My hands are too cold from the outside to be warmed by her breath. Yet she tries. Taking my hands in hers she kisses my knuckles, giggling, oh that lovely sound. Feels as though the heavens surround me with that.
"Charlotte, hello?" her eyes are big and curious wondering where my mind went. "Yes sweet pea?" "Where'd you go?" she asks, turning to drag me along the riverbank hands intertwined. "No where," I smile, " just in a trance your eyes put me in."
"You are such an enigma you know that Char?"