The salty breeze tangled with her hair as she traced the jagged edges of the **seaside cliff walk**. His voice was low, almost a whisper, "I never thought we'd find this quiet spot." Between the distant crash of waves and the fading light, their hands brushed, sparking a warmth that outshone the cool ocean air.
She leaned closer, the scent of salt and wildflowers mingling with the tension in the air. The **seaside cliff walk** stretched behind them, a hidden world where time slowed, and the promise of something new hovered just beyond the horizon.
