“I laugh, a sound that he cuts short with a kiss that tastes like strawberries and terror.” — Kelsey Sutton Copy Share Image
“Wallace stares at the field for a long second, then turns back and, before I can react, leans down to kiss me. He tastes like sweat and lemonade. It’s quick. Easy. He pulls away, eyes down, voice soft. “Surprise,” he… — Francesca Zappia Copy Share Image
