The Space Between Moons
He brought his hand up, the same careful way as before, and his fingers found the line of her jaw and she leaned into it, and this time when he lowered his forehead to hers she felt the full weight of it — not the held-back version, not the careful restraint version, but the actual thing, warm and present and unhurried.
She closed her eyes.
The wind moved through the pines below them. The valley breathed. Somewhere in the pack a child was laughing, the sound carrying up the ridge in the cold clear air, and it landed around them the way ordinary beautiful things landed when you were finally in the right place to receive them.
She put her hand against his chest.
He went very still.
Not tense —
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