d found Thomas Rossi kneeling down beside the opening. He was smiling

e. She started to get up, but Tom waved her

heir sides were pressed up against each other. The heat that always radiated off

passing moment. His strong leg pressed up against her dainty one. His sculpted arm keeping hers

was hers and she was his. The way it was always meant to be. At least, in her mind. Tom had never seen

being truthful. He was strong. He was honest. He was sincere. Tom was also gorg

ache at 16. He looked so ridiculous that Avery laughed the second she saw him. Still her feelings only grew. Th

ill picture it perfectly in her mind all these years later. Tom sat before his vanity m

ook, the more she got to touch his face. She held him under the chin, ensuring that he didn't move while she work. Avery felt his pul

d her? What if Tom never wanted to see her again after that? What if he never returned to their alcove? To their little