The air around them steamed, a bubble of warmth in the chilliness of winter. Their lips met again and again, breaking only to breathe, feeling to her like feathers and tasting like salt spray off the ocean.
After a half an hour of pure bliss, their lips separated and they sat down on the rocks. He was astounded by how beautiful she looked, even with her clothes slightly wrinkled here and there. She spoke, breaking the silence.
"That was amazing, but what about," He interrupted her.
"Shhh, don't say her name, it will spoil the moment." They both knew that he had a girlfriend, and that come summer their love would need to be made secret until the moment that he ended it. He leaned in for another kiss, but she pushed him away.
"No more kisses until you answer my question. When are you going to finish it?" She was tired of being a secret.
"This summer. I promise." He was ready to fully except her in public.