![]() ![]() Then he stands me back up and swings one leg over his bike before he can change his mind. He gives me one more kiss, quick, chaste, but promising more to come. We haven’t even caught our breath before we’re laughing. I nearly go down with it, but he catches me by the shoulders. My bike tips over, crashing against Quint’s. For a few brief seconds, we are nothing but lips and fingers and heartbeats-Īnd then I lose my balance. His hand scoops the hair from the back of my neck as he kisses me. ![]() “We should get stuck at an animal rescue center in the middle of the year’s worst storm with no food and no power?” His smile widens at the mention of everything else. My fingers tighten around the handlebars. The moment stretches out between us, each smiling our goofy, sleepy-eyed grin. We’re going opposite directions, which means … neither of us moves. ![]()
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