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“Ryan?” Leighton’s fingers brushmy t-shirt into my skin

“Yeah?”

“I guess that’s a no on the wedding planning”

I nod

“You ready to do this?” She motions to her cell

“Yeah” I slide my arm around her Settle into the pose

Click

She turns to hs as the wind blows it over my eyes

Click

“One more” Her palm plants on my neck “Like this”

She leans in

Brushes her lips against my cheek

She’s soft

And she smells like cherry ChapStick

It fills someplace that’s usually empty