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Jett smiles as she watches Lura standing by the window, facing the San Francisco Bay. Outside, the meteor shower is painting the sky in golden streaks, the light effects illuminating Lura’s profile and reflecting off her dark brown eyes.
“I can hear your thoughts, Reno.”
Chuckling, Jett walks up to Lura and wraps both arms around her waist, before she presses a kiss to her cheek with an exaggerated smack.
“I’m sure you can, sugar,” she mocks, pleased when, despite her disgruntled groan, Lura’s lips curl into half a smirk.
Gosh, she’s hopeless, Jett sighs as she pulls Lura closer.