"I know the rules. I've been living here longer than you have.He cracks a smile then. He nudges me back. Hardly.Born and raised. You're a transplant. I nudge him again, a little harder, and he laughs and tries to catch hold of my arm. I squirm away, giggling, and he stretches out to tickle my stomach. Country bumpkin! I squeal, as he grabs out and wrestles me back onto the blanket, laughing.City slicker, he says, rolling over on top of me, and then kisses me. Everything dissolves: heat, explosions of color, floating."
Alex
Love
Romance