“Have you ever seen a desert storm?”
She shook her head, her long brown hair flying about her face. He was behind her – she could feel his heat against her back – his hands resting lightly on her hips. They stood together on a high ledge looking out over the oasis. His hands moved with a familiar ease to circle around her stomach as he pulled her back against the hardness of his body. She leaned her head back until it rested comfortably just below his shoulder.