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Last 100 words for the night. ;)
Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest belong to me. All mistakes are mine.
Chapter 9 – Cotton Candy
TEN YEARS EARLIER:
We leaned across the pier's railing, watching clouds loom over the Puget, gauze resembling our cotton candy.
"So…Business degree…then a masters in London's business school?"
Nodding, I popped a sweet spool in my mouth first, then his.
"Impressive."
"The candy or my plans?"
"Both."
"And you…Agriculture degree, then…Farm-Sweet-Forks?"
"Yep."
"That's…I mean…"
When I tried to stuff my mouth with candy, his hand cocooned mine. "No room for candy when your foot's in there."
Our laughter echoed, then ebbed…and he pushed back from the railing, eyes reflecting the setting sun. His lips brushed mine…and I…I experienced something eternally sweeter than candy.
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