Lia sat with Atticus, Indi was absent from their spot on the wall. Her legs were crossed and his dangled over the edges short drop into a well spruced garden bed. It was overcast and the sun seemed to have forgotten to wake that day.
"I'm in love"
It was a statement, and even then Lia leant across letting her lips brush his fragile ones.
He was tempted to pull away, but that comfort in the brush of her loose hair and warmth of her lips made him pause long enough to kiss back.
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Atticus and Indi.
SpiritualIndi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the scree...
