A moment, nothing less and nothing more, and it is all that is needed.
A gap, a whir to life and a flash of light. A stop and a start, a heartbeat and a whisper.
She has to stand on tip-toe, and even then, her eyes are barely level with his.
A breeze winds around their feet, languidly pulling her brown hair forward in strands that dance in the
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