You nodded, your fingers tracing the edge of the photograph. "You left early. Said you had a headache."
The first kiss was soft, almost tentative. A question asked in slow motion. But the second—the second was a discovery. Your hand slid to the back of my neck, and mine found your waist, and the world outside that closet door ceased to exist. tara tainton it can happen so fast
You can't speak. You nod. She smiles—that small, knowing smile that says I've thought about this too . You nodded, your fingers tracing the edge of the photograph