I thought it was you I saw coming up the hill,” she said, extending her hand. He paused, shaking it gently; the warmth of his strong fingers sent a shiver through her. His grip was powerful, as if carved from solid stone. Looking up at him, she smiled, “Isn’t it cold?” The tension of unspoken desires filled the air, as they both yearned to express their feelings, yet were bound by the constraints of convention to utter only the most ordinary of words. (Excerpts from chapter 1.)