Lianne was still wearing her academic gown but didn't go back to her dorm to change.
She let Seth Sinclair lead her by the hand toward the waiting helicopter.
Their palms pressed together as they strolled through the vibrant campus.
During their time together, their relationship had been a secret. They were both busy, so they rarely went out. Subtle contact like holding hands was even rarer. In fact, they had kissed more often than they had held hands.
Every time Seth Sinclair appeared, Lianne was struck by a sense of unfamiliarity that left her feeling lost.
She was like a newly hatched fledgling, curiously observing a new world.
Feeling lost, she subconsciously tightened her grip on his hand.
The helicopter was parked on a green lawn, surrounded by bodyguards in black. The scene was as solemn as a state visit by some important official shown on the news.
