Challenge: starting line- she tasted like and .
She tasted like strawberries and rain. There was no other flavor more intoxicating to him in this moment than the taste of her sweet mouth. They stood on the stoop of her apartment building, oblivious to the downpour that had begun. All he could think was finally. After the years of waiting, after the rejections, and hesitations. After the long trip to Montana and back she was his. It was just a kiss, yet it was so much more. It was hope. It was possibility. It was honest. It was pure. It was sweet. It was erotic. It was playful. It was reverent. He never wanted it to end. If life had required that he be trapped in this moment forever he would have no complaints.
She was everything he had always wanted but had been afraid to hope for. She was the strongest woman he had ever known, and yet she depended on him to keep her steady. She was sweet and charming, but she could hold her own when they bantered. She was fiercely competitive, amazingly intelligent, and fascinatingly naive. She was captivated by the simple things in life. She was stubborn to a fault, and persistent when it mattered. She held tight to her standards and would not let anyone change them. She should have blended into the city, yet she had captured him from the very beginning. She challenged him. She conquered him. She outsmarted him. She amused him. She stood by him. She pushed him. She hurt him. She soothed him. She complimented him. She redeemed him.
Danny Messer understood that his entire life had been a preamble for this moment. That from now on, his life would never be the same because Lindsay Monroe had entered it, and he was never letting her leave. She was his forever.