I
swallow the huge lump that’s formed in my throat and reach out to touch his
cheek when his eyes spring open. “Keep them closed.”
“Closed?”
“Closed.”
I smile, because he actually does what he’s told. I love that he makes me
smile. I love that he makes me feel something other than sorrow and grief. Slowly
I lean across the wide bench seat, ignoring my screaming brain cells telling me
to stop and I hover before his lips. Then, just before they meet his, I tilt my
head and I kiss his cheek and feel his grin against my own. Yep, it’s official —
I’m a big chicken, but I still loved every second of it.
He
opens his eyes slowly, keeping the big grin I’ve brought to his face as he
looks at my lips and then my eyes and for a moment I wish I had gone through
with it.
-Harper
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