The Kiss in Grave Promises

There are moments as an author when I reread my work and hate every word. And other times that I actually give myself the feels… “He raised his other hand and cupped her cheek. The supple leather of his glove was smooth on her jaw. He swiped a calloused thumb across her lower lip. She leaned in, and he met her halfway, the pressure of his mouth against hers like crystalline water: flooding her senses, buoying her spirit, catching her fall. Delicious. Essential. Elemental. Five long years of imagining what might have been came to light.” https://bit.ly/Grave-Promises

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