Kissing Alice on the beach was exquisite, just as it always had been. He’d be lying if he ever said he’d come to the beach thinking they’d just walk and talk. He’d been hoping with everything in him that he could find a moment that was just right to kiss her, and it had come.
She tasted like mint, and he knew she had barely woken in time to get ready to meet him. He wanted to feel guilty, and a single thread slipped through him. But mostly, he enjoyed the sparks popping in his bloodstream and the way she’d always fit so well in his arms, the shape of her lips seemingly made to kiss only him.
He pulled away first, long before he wanted to be done kissing her, and tucked her against his chest. The wind pounded against his back as Clara streaked in a circle around them. He laughed at the do
