settled against my chest.
When we separated, she stayed close.
“Well,” she said softly.
I laughed.
“That sounds like the beginning of feedback.”
“Not bad, Professor.”
“Considerably better than the pottery review.”
She kissed me again before I could continue.
There was nothing accidental about it.
Not the step closer. Not the hands we had chosen to keep joined. Not the second kiss, which made it much harder to remember why I had been so worried about the first.
When we finally moved apart, she leaned against the car.
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