Twenty eight. He was older than her now, by six years. Maybe to some it would seem like a big gap, but not to her. He was a man now. There was no need to be guilty over any feelings she had toward him. Six years were nothing.
She moved a hand to his face, she smile turning shy and her cheeks flushing just enough to be noticed. Even touching him felt different. it still made her feel as warm as ever, but ther was something else, like some electric current that was running through her body. Her hand rested there on his cheek for a few moments, gathering the strength to say exactly what what on her mind. Even then it came out soft and quiet, weak in her opinion. "I missed you...everything seemed so dark with you gone..."