Emily Pappel

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“I did not know my heart could bend toward a human’s touch,” he said quietly. “Until you.” Still clinging to his shoulder, I ventured to lay my free palm upon his cheek. “Does that scare you?” “Less than perhaps it should,” he said soberly. “Are you frightened?” I was terrified. But it was the exhilarating kind. Dreamland’s thrills couldn’t rival the thrill I felt kissing Río. “Only ’cause I’ll be begging you to teach me to swim after this.” He touched his nose to mine and tightened the circle of his arms. “Then kiss me again, and it will make us brave.”
When the Tides Held the Moon
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