Young Love
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They lay next to each other, damp grass soaking their clothes. He turned his head, teeth flashing in a smile.
"This is nice," she murmured, fingers entwining with his. Smooth palm and rough palm: Hers and his.
"We should do this again sometime," he said, turning his head towards hers.
"This is nice," she murmured, fingers entwining with his. Smooth palm and rough palm: Hers and his.
"We should do this again sometime," he said, turning his head towards hers.