“Many people stand in this very spot and throw coins in the water,” he said quietly. “They toss them in and make a wish.”
Once again Sophia went to the edge and looked down. She wondered what the little girl had wished for. Tomas came up behind her. She felt his body close to hers, felt as though every place they nearly touched was alive. “What about you?” she asked quietly, trying to still the sensations coursing through her. “Have you made wishes?”
He pulled back, putting space between them and she sighed, shaking her hair back over her neck. Why was it she always seemed to ask the very thing that would break the spell?
She wondered how often he might have stood here in the past. She wondered what he had wished for. Did he believe in wishes at all? Or did he think this was just a tourist trap and a pretty story?
It took a while for him to answer, but when he did, his voice was low and rough from behind her. “I did, a long time ago.”
“What did you wish for?”
Tomas sighed, and moved slowly to stand at the edge of the bridge, looking down into the water. “Things that could never be.”
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