Barefoot Kisses (The Kisses 7)
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I lean into his touch, reveling in the soft stroke of his skin. I stand up on my tip toes and kiss his smile. He laughs, wrapping me up in his arms and lifting me up in the air.
My shoes slide off my feet but I don't care. I'm kissing the man I love. The man who is not only my best friend, but now my husband.
He sets me down and I sneak in one last barefoot kiss before he helps me slide my shoes back on.
Then together, we go out to meet our fate.