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She just stares down at him, smiling, and glossy sheets of blonde hair fall from behind her shoulders and frame her face. Kon’s fingers trace the shape of her cheek, and re-tuck a few blonde locks behind her ear, and then cups her face in one big palm.
Cassie reaches up to place her hand over his at the same time as Kon sits up more. She shifts on his lap, captures his mouth with his, and his other hand slides up her side. He tries to maneuver her over so he can roll her onto her back at the same time as she goes to take off his shirt. They break apart to arrange themselves and figure out what they’re doing, and as they get things together, Kon sees that tears are slipping down Cassie’s cheeks.
“Cass,” he starts, concerned, brushing one away.
“No, no,” she says, quickly. She smiles. “Happy tears. These are happy tears.”
Things are perfect.
Cassie reaches up to place her hand over his at the same time as Kon sits up more. She shifts on his lap, captures his mouth with his, and his other hand slides up her side. He tries to maneuver her over so he can roll her onto her back at the same time as she goes to take off his shirt. They break apart to arrange themselves and figure out what they’re doing, and as they get things together, Kon sees that tears are slipping down Cassie’s cheeks.
“Cass,” he starts, concerned, brushing one away.
“No, no,” she says, quickly. She smiles. “Happy tears. These are happy tears.”
Things are perfect.