“Wrong season for stone fruit,” I joke back, smirking a little and nuzzling into his palm as he guides me closer. Our mouths meet and I let my eyes fall shut as I relax against him.
Grief has clouded so much of my thoughts that I had almost forgotten just how good it feels to kiss him, to let his sunshine chase away the gray.
My fingers curl in the front of his shirt and I deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth like that day on the berm, like I’m discovering just how good it feels all over again.
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Date: 2024-12-27 03:14 am (UTC)Grief has clouded so much of my thoughts that I had almost forgotten just how good it feels to kiss him, to let his sunshine chase away the gray.
My fingers curl in the front of his shirt and I deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth like that day on the berm, like I’m discovering just how good it feels all over again.