A Monday Fiction in 58
First Kisses
The kiss was of the goodnight variety, grazingly light, eyes open, stumbling, quick.
Shocked by his boldness, the hand on her lower back that propelled her forward. Eased by his smile, his scent as she lifted her head instinctively.
The broke apart, smiled, kissed again.
“In case I forgot, later,” he said.
Best excuse she’d heard all day.
The kiss was of the goodnight variety, grazingly light, eyes open, stumbling, quick.
Shocked by his boldness, the hand on her lower back that propelled her forward. Eased by his smile, his scent as she lifted her head instinctively.
The broke apart, smiled, kissed again.
“In case I forgot, later,” he said.
Best excuse she’d heard all day.
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