Cyn spotted Drew leaning against the crowded bar, surveying the patrons. He looked just like his picture – shaven head, intense blue eyes, well-cut mouth. He was however, far taller than she had thought. Straightening her spine, she eeled next to him and ordered a seltzer. The heat of his hard chest radiated through his thin shirt, distracting her for a moment. From above her head, she heard “Cyn?” in an astonished voice. She looked up to find Drew gazing down at her. Her eyes widened. “Drew?” she asked.
In a moment, she was in his arms, his lips upon his.
In a moment, she was in his arms, his lips upon his.
