He stood in the night breeze and opened his arms to me.
I stopped and looked at him. Okay, he really was good–looking.
Every single part of him fit my tastes.
Men could love countless women at the same time.
They could cheat while in a relationship.
They could move on without any hesitation.
Then why couldn’t I date after a breakup?
I walked toward him, and he took steps toward me.
People were passing by all around us, but he kissed as if no one else existed.
His heart was racing
I touched the back of his neck, and it was burning.
“Landon, do you have a fever?” I asked.
His forehead rested against mine as he panted. He said with a husky voice, “Christine, I don’t know why, but this happens every time I touch you…”
I laughed and placed a kiss on him. “So, maybe you just need to touch me more?”
Landon’s ears turned even redder.
He cupped my face and looked at me heatedly. “Christine, what am I to you right now?”
I teased him, “What do you think?”
“Am I a hookup? Or a boyfriend?” he asked.
But before I could answer, he buried his face against my neck and murmured, “Whatever. Don’t answer, I don’t want to know right now.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed closer. “Do you really not know? Boyfriend…”
Hansen’s car was parked at the entrance of an old alley.
He stepped out and walked deep into the narrow path.
At the end of the alley lived an elderly tailor who came from a family of royal tailors.
At his age, he had long since stopped taking clients, but Hansen had ways of convincing him.
The wedding dress that Christine had cut apart had been sent there half a month ago.
It should nearly be done with repairs already.
As he walked, he thought about something Jorgie said to him two days ago.
Every woman dreamed of wearing a wedding dress and marrying the person she loved.
