[ Her hand tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck when he kisses her, her eyelids falling closed. She has to rise onto the balls of her feet to fully reach him; it isn’t exactly unique, given their height disparity, but she likes it.
The whole thing, the lights in the sky, would be almost tritely romantic if it had been planned. But Julie really had not expected this exact path of events, so it doesn’t feel like a scene. She likes that, too —- she’s spent so much of her life setting up perfectly manipulated scenarios to get what she wants. It’s a welcome change.
Breaking away just enough to catch a breath, she looks at him through her eyelashes, reaches for his hand. ] Come inside and we’ll figure out how much less.
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The whole thing, the lights in the sky, would be almost tritely romantic if it had been planned. But Julie really had not expected this exact path of events, so it doesn’t feel like a scene. She likes that, too —- she’s spent so much of her life setting up perfectly manipulated scenarios to get what she wants. It’s a welcome change.
Breaking away just enough to catch a breath, she looks at him through her eyelashes, reaches for his hand. ] Come inside and we’ll figure out how much less.