That kiss, that kiss.

Time for a little flash forward from Adra Anne. She was just sitting on the porch swing this afternoon drinking a glass of sweet tea, and thinking of Boyd (who, here’s a little secret, is named for a pit bull I loved once.). Well, she just had to tell someone about that kiss… so here we go;

Adra hadn’t heard from Boyd since he’d had to delay their date, and her belly was tossing with butterflies as she stood looking in the standing mirror in her bedroom.

She’d gone with the butter yellow sweater over jeans and a white tank since the air conditioning in restaurants this time of year could be brutal. She’d slipped on sandals, along with every ounce of courage she could scare up.

Animus, it was the word he’d used for their kind.

She rolled the word around on her tongue, trying it out, even as she wondered what else was out there.

Adara heard his car on the street long before she heard his knock on the door, and she did her level best to not run for the door, stopping quickly with her hand on the knob. She took a deep breath and opened it.

“Well, there you are,” she said breathlessly. He was tall and lean, in dark jeans and a plaid button down. His dark hair curled damply at his collar like he’d just showered. He held out a roadside bouquet to her with a smile. “Tiger lilies,” she said burying her nose in the wildly ordinary, exotic blooms. “How did you know?”

“I’m a good guesser,” he said with a grin.

“Let me put these in water.”

She could hear his footsteps behind her on the tile, and she could sense him there at her back as she reached into the high cabinet and filled a vase with water and the fresh flowers. Adra took one more big sniff before stepping backwards into his arms as naturally as breathing.

His arms folded her up easily, and his mouth came to rest by her ear. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

She nodded, turning her mouth toward his. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“What do we do about that now?” Her smile slipped forth unbidden. She couldn’t help it. He just delighted her soul. “Guess we better stop it,” she answered breathlessly.


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