They just stared at each other thinking of what just happened.
The cove continued its quiet rhythm behind them, waves lapping gently against the retaining wall, a gull crying somewhere overhead, but the world between Fiona and Martin had narrowed to the small space of breath and silence separating them. Fiona's lips still tingled from the kiss, warm and insistent, carrying the taste of him that she had tried so hard to forget. Her heart hammered against her ribs, loud enough that she wondered if he could hear it. The emerald ring on her finger felt heavier than it had a moment ago, a tangible reminder of the life she had chosen with Caleb, now suddenly complicated by the man standing in front of her.
