We kiss.
His hands wrap around my waist and my hands link around his neck.
Little did I know that that would be my last kiss from him.
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Paint The Sky
General FictionA teenage cowgirl learns what it means to be truly free, and discovers how to love again.
Prologue
We kiss.
His hands wrap around my waist and my hands link around his neck.
Little did I know that that would be my last kiss from him.