There we stood, the frost bitten air leaving our noses numb and our fingers tingling. Four inches apart. Just two silhouettes on the precipice of something. Two inches apart. Snowflakes danced through the night air in their graceful and unpredictable patterns as our stares intensified. One inch apart. His lips met mine and a warmth like no other began spreading within me. It was passionate and yet delicate. Sweet yet profound. It was as if my heart had sprouted wings and was suddenly able to fly. You asked me when I knew. That's when I knew.
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Snowflakes On Our Tongues
RomanceAmelia Seely remembers everything about that winter vividly. The snow, the hot cocoa, and of course, Jamie. *Third place winner in chick lit in the Sunset Awards!*
