"Okay," she agrees after a moment of searching his face. She throws her last rock into the ocean, dusts a few clinging pieces of sand off on her hip, and then reaches up for his hand.
She turns it, kissing the back of it in lieu of something more intimate, and then lets go.
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Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 03:17 pm (UTC)She turns it, kissing the back of it in lieu of something more intimate, and then lets go.
"And just to be clear, I won at stone skipping."