#summerpeak

For a very long moment, it’s just this. Just kissing her, not a care in the world who may or may not see and perfect contentment to enjoy soft lips. 

"God but you are a wonderful kisser, you know that?" He muttered it against her lips, and wondered how on earth he was going to keep his hands to himself for even another few minutes. 

A hand finally attained purchase at Brody's shoulder, the other still hovering uncertainly to the side of them while they kissed-- and Alicia seemed utterly engulfed in the exchange. The world around her blurred out of focus. Everything but him and the heat of his lips. 

Grace hadn’t been paying enough attention when she walked into Molly’s that day.  It wasn’t really her fault–it was freezing out–but christmas spirit took no excuses, apparently.

"Oh, hi Brody!"  She smiled when she saw who it was she’d nearly run over, "sorry about that–should look where I’m going."

Then Audrey, who worked behind the counter, started laughing, and Grace looked up.

Sitting on a park bench, Remy tilted her head up to the sun,  taking in it's warmth. The past few days had been cold, so she savored the feeling. Every now and then the wind would kiss her face and bring with it the faint smell of flowers. Finding contentment in just keeping her eyes closed and listening to the varied sounds of the park-people laughing, children playing, the occasional bark of a dog-she hardly noticed someone had settled on the park bench beside her until she opened her eyes and offered them a smile. "It's a beautiful  day, isn't it?"