THE MISJUDGED LUNA
Kihara still straddled him, and as he sat up, he grabbed unto her so that she didn’t fall off him.
When they faced each other, and their eyes were on equal level, Asher brushed Kihara’s hair from her face, smiled at her in this big way that displayed nearly his whole teeth -the smile that Kihara had come to associate with his happy smile. He said too, softly, in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m in love with you too Kihara.”
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