s echoing through the quiet night. She'd spent the afternoon getting ready, her skin still tingling from the scent of lavender in her bat

his voice low and husky, sen

oulders filling the doorway, his eyes burning with a quiet intensity. "Thanks,

nsion. Christina couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this alive, this wanted. As they pul

she asked, her eyes

in his eyes. "I wanted to sh

r voice barely above a whisper. The restaurant was a tiny, intimate spot, the tables spaced far apart, the lighting dim and romantic. As

n't help but notice the way Liam's eyes seemed to see right through her, the way his touch sent s

all night," he said, h

her breathless. As they pulled away, gasping for air, Christina knew she was in trouble. She'd never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, this se

body. The kiss at the restaurant had left her reeling, and she knew she couldn't keep pretending she wasn't interested. As they strolled through the quiet streets of Whistler, the only sound the s

led her through the gate, and they found themselves standing at the edge of a cliff. The wind whipping their hair into a frenzy below hem, the valley stretched out like a dark, velvet sea, the lights of the village twinkling like stars Christina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth "Wow," she breathed "This is incredible."

ng for air, Liam's eyes locked onto hers. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I met you," he said, his voice low and husky. Christina smiled, her heart still racing. "I've wanted you to," she whispered,