"We'll get cold," he warns, but he's already leaning across the console between them, his free hand coming up to touch his fingers against her cheek.
The memory of kissing her is somehow so fresh and so distant. He remembers, but the real experiences of being anywhere near Joyce are five years in his past. This is what matters, this moment right here.
He lips brush hers and he exhales slowly, then deepens the kiss.
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Date: 2022-12-30 10:05 pm (UTC)The memory of kissing her is somehow so fresh and so distant. He remembers, but the real experiences of being anywhere near Joyce are five years in his past. This is what matters, this moment right here.
He lips brush hers and he exhales slowly, then deepens the kiss.