I, now 17, her birthday in two months, had never been happier. xnx We talked for a few hours, both of us walking along the beach. My left hand on her waist, with my right I unpinned her long curls, each falling gracefully around her pink cheeks. “I had to make sure I remembered it right,” she winked. wWe both sat on the porch of the cabin wrapped in a blanket. Is that all I get?” she asked, clearly disappointed. Again, I kiss down her body. She sits up to resume. I laugh and pull her in for another kiss. “Oh Halie” I whisper. I just stared, speechless, reminding myself never to run again because I clearly died trying. Where do I begin?
