Kiss
They held hands side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and leaned toward each other until they touched cheek to cheek.
She turned and kissed him, her lips touching his skin so softly he thought they were rain drops on the petals of the magnolia flower on the branch of the tree outside his window, her breath blowing his skin so gently he thought it was the brush of the wind that rocked the tree in the early morning light.
- Trevor Scott Barton, stories for a brown eyed girl
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