“Do you think you and I ever looked at the same star at the same time?” I ask him. “I’m sure we looked at the moon at the same time.” I laugh. “It’s funny to think that the Oregon moon and the Kyiv moon are the same.” “The wind that touched your skin might have blown all the way across the world to me,” Rafe says. “Maybe that’s why you smelled so good to me, the moment I got near you.” We stop on the grass so he can kiss me. When we break apart I say, “You know . . . I kind of like the way we met. It will be something to tell our kids someday.” “Yes,” Rafe says. “Only we’ll tell them all of
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