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Before they knock, he stops her under the porch light and stifles a laugh. Close your eyes, he says. She feels him wipe at the bridge of her nose, at her temple, gently down her cheek and then her lips, pulling a strand of hair over her ear. He tells her how beautiful she is. He kisses her. She opens her eyes and tastes him again.
····on her lips—her hair sticking to his
Redbud | December 8 2016