She looks into his eyes and sees the sadness there as well as in his smile, and her heart aches for him. She reaches out to run her fingers gently, lovingly, through his hair. Then she takes a slow step closer, her eyes on his, and leans forward to press her lips ever so gently to his. As she kisses him, sweet and slow, she buttons his shirt, button by button.
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Date: 2021-07-08 08:57 pm (UTC)