Page 12 of The Long Haul


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Except, he turns right as my lips move to do so, causing them to accidentally land on his.

But neither of us rear back.

Neither of us break the contact.

Neither of us stop.

What both of us do instead?

Shift closer.

Soon, hands are involved.

Tongues, too.

The longer it goes on, I realize my heart is as well.

But is his?

Chapter Three

Carson

December 21st…

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately considering where we were at the time, Aubrey and I were interrupted before we could do more than exchange a few kisses.

Great kisses.

I didn’t want to stop kisses.

But my mom, whistling to let us know she was coming, meant that couldn’t happen.

How do I know that’s what she was doing?

My mom never whistles.

Mostly, because she can’t.

As with Dad and his Lego creations, we joke about her inability to whistle.

Catherine’s to make Jell-O.

Damon’s to not burn toast.

Darcy’s to wink.

Mary’s to roller skate.

Vincent and Violet’s to do cartwheels. Even in that, their twinning shines through.

Me?

I didn’t know what I couldn’t do until now.

It’s letting Aubrey go. I already know I won’t be able to do it.

I don’t want this to be all she and I have together.

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