Clara looked up at him, her eyes bright. She leaned in and kissed the smudge of charcoal on his chin.
That was the beginning. Not with a grand promposal or a love letter slipped into a locker. It started with a spilled sketchbook, a charcoal smudge, and two hands finally closing the distance.
Theo blinked. 窶弸ou窶ｦ saw that?窶�
At the spring formal, he gave her a small framed sketch窶杯he two hands, now finished. The fingers were touching. And beneath it, he had written in tiny, perfect letters: The End?
Clara looked up at him. Really looked . He had kind, dark eyes that were currently wide with terror, and a smudge of charcoal on his chin. She窶囘 never noticed the smudge before. cute sex teen
窶廸o,窶� she whispered. 窶廱ust the beginning.窶�
Theo窶冱 breath caught. For a long, perfect second, neither of them moved. Then he turned his hand over, palm up, and laced his fingers through hers. Clara looked up at him, her eyes bright
窶廾h,窶� Clara whispered.