Page 57 of The Beachgoers
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And when Lauren feels the touch of Kyle’s hands cradling her face, she feelseverymemory from the past ten years. It’s all there, as his fingers trace her skin, settle on her neck, stroke her hair. Every moment is in his touch.
Every summer.
Every beach breeze.
Every salt air secret.
She waits, though, as he watches her. Until Kyle leans close. In his one kiss now—one that she goes with—Lauren knows it’s a hard-earned, hard-fought-for kiss.
So what she does is this: Being there at one with the sea, with the beach, Lauren stands on her toes and deepens that kiss. She holds Kyle close, and closer still. And kisses him even longer.
The true beauty ofthiskiss, ten years later, is that at long last, her happy smile forms beneath it.
