She pounded on him with her hands, her hair ties flung away, and her hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
He stopped, looking up at her with a smile.
Charlotte gently cupped his face with her hands, tiptoed, and slowly leaned in.
The light from outside refracted in, and in the backlight, they embraced in happiness.
…
The clothes in the suitcase clearly had Crystal's touch; each piece was perfect for a vacation by the sea.
However, with only three sets each, they'd have to wash and wear them over the course of a month.
Even the ingredients in the fridge were pitifully scarce; it seemed Grant Greenwood and the others were dead set on making them fend for themselves, living in abundance through their own efforts.
But for them, that was hardly a challenge.
She was no pampered young lady who couldn't handle a bit of hardship, expecting everything handed to her.
Kevin wasn't the kind of rich young master who sat around all day waiting for others to serve him.
