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This wasn't their first kiss. Evidently. But it feels like their first after eight years apart.
"Is this ok?" Luke asks softly, feeling his warm breath brush over her lips. She can see the nervousness underneath the intensity in his coral eyes. But in those coral eyes, she sees all the adoration he holds for her. In those eyes, she sees herself, his attention always, always on her.
She gulps, attempting to flush down the flutters in her chest. "Yeah," she whispers against his lips. "This is ok."
Rosa may have only kissed one man in her life.
A gentle tug of his coat, and a shy press of his lips against hers.
But if it's Luke, she doesn't mind.