Weight of Tenderness

Celine thought he was just tired, but instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist, drew her close, and kissed her, swallowing the words she'd been about to say.

The grape she was still holding tumbled to the grass.

So this was what he'd meant by "have a taste."

Celine's eyes widened as his lips parted hers, savoring the sweetness she carried.

He drew back slowly, his thumb brushing away a silvery