When she’d kissed him, she had surprised herself. It had been such an impulse – the way she sometimes reached out to catch a stray leaf on the wind, or jumped a puddle on a rainy day – something done without thinking or resisting, something pointless and harmless. She had never done anything like that before and never would again, and looking back on it, she would forever be surprised at herself, and a little shocked. But at that moment she had known, with a certainty she would never feel about anything else in her life, that it was right, that she wanted this man in her life. Something inside her said, “he understands what it’s like to be different.”
Love your stories Asha bringing alive emotions and longing, with a dash of sensuality:)
What it’s like to be different and finding someone who’s not only willing to accept that, but have fun with it. That’s what I’m looking for…good post! 💕
It always starts with kiss.THe rest is history.
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