“Are you cold?”
“No.”
Actually, she was freezing. But she’d rather risk hypothermia than give up the whisper of his breath on her neck, the thud of his heart against her back, the lazy weight of his arms around her shoulders. She couldn’t remember whose idea it was to leave the party, but they’d been sitting in the sand for hours. First talking. Then kissing. Now just silently watching the waves, each inhale and exhale gradually slowing to match the rhythms of the tide. She leaned her head back and watched the sky bleach itself into morning over the ocean.
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Title by: JR Duvall
Story by: Jenny
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