Prologue 4

Aaron never tired of holding her hand. He still remembered the first time: the tentative reaching out, the awkward intertwining of fingers looking for that perfect match, the sweating of palms that would not be let go.

The breeze played gently with Molly's long auburn hair, causing it to rise and fall like waves of autumn gold. He could just catch her scent, like musky roses, still so wildly exciting.

George bounded towards them happily, almost knocking Mary over in the process.

"Down boy!" shouted Aaron angrily, but Mary just laughed.
"Let him be. I'm alright."

He looked at her sparkling eyes and freckled dimples. How beatiful she was. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. She looked up at him with surprise.
"What was that for?"

"Because you Molly, are beautiful to me," he replied, "and I love you."