“I like it,” I said. “The material’s so heavy, though. I may turn into a sweat monster.” — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
“Each second neared our last. We danced. “Kieren . . .” “Shhh . . .” We danced. “I’ll be okay.” Was that me lying? Or him? We danced. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. “Know that… — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
