Coconut Grove Blooming like the shadows upon you I drowned beside

As if summoned by her thoughts, Boone found her. She smiled to herself each time she heard him kicking the sand, glancing over her shoulder only when he'd drawn near enough to speak. His gaze was wandering, and she felt it; heat creeping down her spine, curving around her waist, spreading into a lazy curl of warmth. A little shiver trailed through her, and Reverie looked away.
It's beautiful, isn't it? The ocean, Reverie was unfocused, abruptly a captive audience to her own imagination. She felt her heart in her throat. Against all reason she imagined his arms around her waist, his mouth at her neck, and Reverie quickly forgot what she had said or that she had spoken at all.