Erased Vows
I said, my voice teasing but shaky.
He grinned, then leaned in, his lips brushing mine, soft and slow, like he was savoring it. I kissed him back, my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palm. It was gentle, warm, nothing like the desperate kiss on the beach last night, but just as real. When we pulled apart, he smiled, his eyes bright. “I don’t know what this is, Nita,” he said, “but it feels right.”
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