Warmth
Although it was spring, I could feel the warmth in the night air. It was the kind that seeped from the blistering heat more common in summer and lingered in the air until the sun rose again. The warmth of the evening should have explained why I ran into her in front of the mansion.
"We'll meet again. It's written in the stars," I said. Her cheeks flooded with color and as I walked away I expected to feel the wave of pride that usually followed a successful flirt. Instead, my chest felt a warmth that came from the heart.