Pete watched the ocean waves from the window of his hotel room. The waves of the azure beauty reminded him of something quite turbulent he had seen recently — Dark brown eyes with undulating and conflicting emotions as they stared at him.
And like the ocean constantly stirring the desire to plumb its depth to discover its mystery, he found a connection with her eyes, and he wondered what mystery they might be cloaking.
Every expression that had flickered through her eyes was still etched in his mind, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get it out of his head soon.
Pete's gaze was still combing around the resort when he caught sight of two ladies pulling their luggage towards a cab parked at the hotel's front entrance.
Even with her back turned to him, he recognized her. Her wavy, honey-brown hair was so difficult to forget. His fingers still tingled at the memory of the soft texture of her hair when it brushed against his hand.
