The salty breeze tangled her hair as she traced the jagged edges of the **seaside cliff walk**. Beneath her feet, the rocks whispered stories of distant tides. His voice was low, almost a murmur, promising secrets only the ocean could keep. The **cliff walk** stretched endlessly, a boundary between their past and the possibility of something new.
Waves crashed far below, echoing the rapid beat of her heart. Between the sharp scent of salt and the fading light, their hands brushed, hesitant yet electric. The **seaside cliff walk** had never felt so alive, charged with the quiet thrill of discovery and the promise of shared moments yet to come.
