“We’re going to be so epic.”
She said before her lips knew what her mouth had in mind.
Like wildfire in the midst of dry heat.
We were on fire.
The little hairs on the back of my neck couldn’t disagree.
The tips of my fingers celebrated in streets slick with glisting sweat.
We were inspired.
We were every color of love a little girl could dream about.
And this…was only the beginning.