A Confession of Love
I could feel her arms around my waist, her head stone, pressing into my back. Her grip was vice-like. On the street around us, people walked. There were a few glances, some unsubtle murmurs, but none stopped at the scene. A car honked.
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“I love you,” she whispered. My heart wept.
