I sprint towards the spot where Calais and I have arranged to meet. He stands tall and still, his strong arms crossed over his chest as he leans against a massive pine tree. The sight of him brightens up my face, and I dash into his open arms. He holds me close to his heart, and before I know it, his lips are brushing against my cheeks.
"You are late," he comments. "Getting tired of my presence now?"
I beam at him. He is wearing a loose white shirt tucked into dark pants. I cup his cheeks and place a kiss on his lips as a greeting.
"Never," I admit. "I just got trapped with Cornelius."
"I guess I can't ask about what?"
"It's not important," I dismiss. "Where are we going tonight?"
"Nowhere this time. Eyes had been on us because of the way you looked when you arrived during the cooking challenge."
"How did I look?" I tease.
"Tousled like a new bride," he answers and pinches my cheeks.
"Does that make you my groom, then?"
