Kevin trailed a step behind Moira as they wandered through the bustling mall, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon pretzels and the distant hum of escalators. He didn’t mind the leisurely pace or the way she’d occasionally pause to admire a dress in a shop window, her curvaceous silhouette drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her fiery red hair bounced with each step, a cascade that matched the heat simmering in h...