Happy Birthday.  Hope you have a good one.

"Until tomorrow" was on his lips as he leaned in to move a curl off her cheek.  Then her lips were on his palm and then on his.
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Jail

Trapped in a prison of their own making, with bars, not of iron or steel, but of habit, friendship and fear.

Looking across the chasm, knowing the other is almost within reach, but that trying will take risking everything.

She, not sure the risk is worth it, for what will she do if he walks away again?

He, sure she’s worth it, but afraid he is ( Read more... )