Echoes of her kiss

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uiet Betw

ks and their glances carried questions that wouldn't rest. Juliet vanished into the velvet night, leaving only silence and speculation in them. And while Anderson stood fractured by confusion, Juliet found herself ret

a wind-beaten hill, one hard gust away from the collapse. Tin roofs whispered misery, during the rains, and the floorboards spoke of hungers. His family wa

orgeouly dressed, holding a sketchpad and frowning at the horizon l

oach her due to his unc

shedly made her look up. He asked her what she was drawing, and Juliet, s

e," sh

he replied. "Homes aren't ho

s the b

dd jobs, hauling crates at the docks, fixing fences my times, helping Mr. Gordan with his fire

pending hours in the field with him. The thrills of uncalculated laughter. The taste of mangoes, being

d Mr. Edger's estate, and Juliet cried, not out of pain, but out of something that she felt, like being found. Mario was gentle, then hungry for her. Th

trees. Under cracked ceilings, every time.i it was as if they were rebuilding

ow he seemed to memorize every breath she took. With him, love-making wasn't an act its was a science that rebuild the mind. Her moans weren't merely sound that is he

d money, a political lineage, and the temperament of dry toast in him. Juliet said nothing, not at f

ylor's, a gossip with too much time and too little empathy in him. He confront

oice breaking into tears. "You wer

cried before in her life. But she did not leave Anders

ote. No farewell. Ju

her felt as if it is slippery. He wasn't the boy from that hills anymore, that he had presented himself now.Pai

. And Anderson... poor, clueless Anderson... stood watchi

ay he looked at her so desirously, as though he knew somethi

an arriving without return addresses to her. Small gifts, pressed flowers, ribbon scraps, a well-worn poetry book, appeared where

at it felt lik

er questions .Taylor's gossips turned into allegations to her.And An

the center of it stood Mario, not