Emily's POV

“Thank you for bringing me out here. You have such a great view up here, thank you for sharing.” I said, nervously wiping out non-existent creases from my dress.

“Please, it was my honour, still is.” Adrian interrupted.

“Well…” I had nothing else to say.

We'd not even had lunch yet, and I felt filled.

Maybe the hunger wasn't for food.

Maybe it was for warmth, for fresh air, for companionship…

“Let's go in now. I'm afraid the food must have grown terribly cold.” Adrian said, taking my hand.

His hands felt big, moist and soft.

“So what do you do?” I asked him, “I mean, other than...