Aurora D'Angelo / Isla Smith
He leaned into me.
My head tilted to the side.
His eyes bore into mine.
I gasped.
He was going to kiss me.
One beat.
Two.
His hand slowly moved toward my face, landing on my neck as his fingers cupped my cheek.
He smiled.
The waves crashed in the distance.
“You´ve got ice cream here.”
He brushed his thumb over the corner of my lower lip.
I licked my lips,
He took his thumb to his, wiping it clean.
I looked at the distance, tears welling in my eyes.
He didn't notice.
I made sure of that.
Or maybe he did, but chose not to say a thing.
His early confession bruised my heart.
He didn´t give me any details about his past.
He didn´t have to.
I understood.
I could still see the open wound there.
Almost closed.
But if I mes
