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Passport Bros Should Be Celebrated
There’s nothing wrong with going after what makes you happy.
She smiled in a way I had not seen in a long time.
A smile, shyly twisting up at the edge of her slender lips with a hint of something else.
A hint of desire.
She smiled and did not speak, because if she did she might say something delightfully inappropriate. At least, for the candlelit dinner we shared by the water. The flickering light caught in her eyes like the reflection of stars forever trapped in the neighboring sea.
The flame danced amongst a gentle nighttime breeze, threatening to jump from its wick and into my chest where heat already swelled. Judging by the way she softly bit at her lip and her unwavering eyes, the flame had caught hold of her chest as well.
Her slender arm, smooth and gold in the light, extended, as if in slow motion. I watched it move, frame by frame until her fingers came down upon mine. Good thing for small tables.
Our waiter hadn’t returned in some time. Maybe the restaurant had to catch the fish before making it. Someone could have dropped it and they were currently plucking dirt and hair from its underbelly before bringing it out. Or, perhaps she felt the energy between myself and my date and didn’t…
