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The moment was perfect. Even the oddly persistent wind stopped to witness the prominent glow from the figures on the bench. It was not like the two would have noticed the sudden mundane-weather, enveloped in satisfying heat passed between their bodies.

Yet the light had to eventually dull, the candle's wit eventually burned out, as cherry lips retracted. Wind picking back up, Stark white light flashing the sky, causing petite bodies to jump closer.

Except they would have preferred it to be lightning and not the Click and flash of a expensive camera.

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