Harry reached over and touched her cheek so gently it could have been the wind; she closed her eyes. She was falling, sinking, falling… and it was like she’d wished for. His arms were around her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, and it fit as if made for her. He felt like home. He ran his fingers through her tangles and the sheer joy of the tingles in her scalp calmed her. She lifted her face for whatever came next. He placed his forehead against hers; she smelled morning tea. He kissed her, and the rest of her roaring thoughts faded away. The kiss was gentle at first,
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