The salty breeze tangled in her hair as she stepped onto the **seaside cliff walk**, the sun dipping low behind the jagged rocks. His hand brushed hers, a silent promise hanging between them, as the distant cry of gulls mingled with the crashing waves. The moment stretched, charged with the thrill of discovery and the quiet intimacy of shared secrets.
A worn leather jacket shielded him from the chill, but it was the warmth in his eyes that made her heart race. They paused where the cliff jutted out, the ocean sprawling endlessly below, the horizon blurring into a canvas of gold and deep blue. Here, on this **seaside cliff walk**, their story began, whispered by the wind and sealed with a tentative, lingering touch.
