On the bridge, the cold wind howled.
Standing on the bridge, the two of them stood facing each other, their clothes flapping in the wind.
Becca Reyes was tall, near 1.7 meters, just half a head shorter than Stuart Weston. Standing on her high-heeled shoes that elevated her further, with a slight tilt of her head, she was very close to him.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, leaning half her body against his, leaning forward.
Close.
Very close.
Even their breaths could be felt by one another.
Stuart Weston was somewhat nervous, his face taut.
"How about it?"
Leaning further into him, Becca Reyes asked softly. Her lips were almost against his.
Stuart Weston didn't respond verbally.
Witnessing Becca Reyes reveal feminine side he had never seen before, his throat tightened, but he made no move.
Taking advantage of an opportunity...
"No, I still owe."
Composing himself, Stuart Weston spoke teasingly, but his voice was somewhat erratic.
Uncontrollable nerves.
