Rosemary chuckled, "Wow, even the great lover Romeo surrenders."
"In your presence, I'm always the vanquished, never the victor," Romeo's voice was a soft baritone, filled with adoration as he gazed into her eyes.
There was something about the way he looked at her that made Rosemary realize that being the focus of such tender and loving eyes was all she could ever ask for in this lifetime.
The hot air balloon gently touched down on the earth.
Once again, Romeo's lips found Rosemary's in a kiss.
She could feel the softness and the sweetness of his kiss, his breath near, right in front of her.
Serena, who had just managed to cheer herself up, felt her mood sour again.
The photographer, capturing the moment, thought to himself: What a photogenic pair. Every shot is a masterpiece. They barely need any retouching.
As Romeo led Rosemary out of the basket, the photographer couldn't resist snapping several more pictures.
