And yet, when Ezra and I... «First & Then»
robot22 декабря 2017And yet, when Ezra and I kissed, there weren’t fireworks igniting the night sky, or an orchestra swelling, or any of the other hackneyed clichés that feature prominently in tweenhood imaginings of first kisses. We didn’t proceed to ride off on horseback to his sprawling estate and ten thousand pounds a year. We just kissed, and it was … thoroughly awesome … and then I leaned against him and we stood that way for a while, arms around each other. Ezra didn’t count to three hundred this time. His breathing was even and steady, and there was just this pure, unadulterated, highly concentrated happy. Baking chocolate for the soul.
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