This is Valentine’s week, and Valentine’s Day is thought of as the most romantic day of the year. Now romance means different things to different people. Some find roses and chocolates romantic. Others enjoy a romantic getaway to a B & B. If you have young children, you may prefer an evening away from the kids. But based on books and movies, I think we can agree on a few generalities.
I write about romance. In my Christie Craig romantic suspense books, I put in a lot of romance. In my C.C. Hunter YA books, I tone it down a bit, but it’s definitely always there.
This is one of my favorite romantic moments from Three Heartbeats Away, the third book in my Mortician’s Daughter series.
I worry he did too much today. “Hand me your keys and I’ll unlock your door.”
He hands them to me, and I move with him up the walkway.
We get to the porch, and I unlock the door and hand him his key.
Our hands touch, and the brief contact is almost painful. “Riley, I’m sorry you’re having to go through this.”
Before I realize his intention, he pushes his walker aside and hugs me.
I close my eyes and let my head rest on his chest. I know this spot. I can smell his skin, feel his chest rise and fall. Alive. The boy I was so afraid of losing is alive and walking. And he cares. About me. Emotion stings my eyes.
His cheek comes down to the side of my temple. I savor the closeness, relish the feel of his arms around me. I memorize his whispered breath against my cheek. Counting the seconds, I pray for twenty. Or more than twenty. I get to thirty before Hayden says, “I’ll be thinking about you.”
His arms fall from around me. I step back. Our eyes meet, hold, and I feel it, the connection I’ve never felt with anyone else.
“Call me,” he says. “If only to say you survived. I’ll worry if you don’t.”
Nodding, I walk back to my car. I get inside. The warmth of his embrace lingers. I look out the window. He’s still there watching me. Part of me wants to run back and hug him again.
Every time I read that scene I sigh and get a lump in my throat. It takes me right back to being a teen and falling in love for the first time.
So this Valentine’s Day, don’t worry if you don’t have plans. Just find yourself a good, romantic book—and fall in love.
What’s your idea of a romantic evening?