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She wanted him to touch her but realized that he would not reach for her first. So, slowly, she raised her hand and moved it across the space between them, and resting her fingers on his smooth cheeks, caressed his face. She ran her fingers over his closed eyes, then closed hers as she pulled herself toward him and kissed his mouth. She kissed him gently at first, and then let her wet mouth open to his. She tasted the earth, its rocks and trees, and she tasted the metal tang of his saxophone.

— Lisa Thompson