Beverly is pretty sure that she has never been cool, and she's about to say as much when she sees the way he starts to lean just slightly towards her, her pulse ratcheting up slightly in response. She's been in a position like this just once before, but that's the last thing she wants to be thinking about right now. That memory is all faded anyway; she remembers the warm September sunlight but not the look on Bill's face when she turned to walk away.
This is vivid and present and real, and it's something she wants to hold onto. Barely suppressing the impulse to smile, she leans in to meet him halfway and kiss him, still a little unsure of herself but certain that she wants this.
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Date: 2018-09-23 07:00 am (UTC)This is vivid and present and real, and it's something she wants to hold onto. Barely suppressing the impulse to smile, she leans in to meet him halfway and kiss him, still a little unsure of herself but certain that she wants this.