Chapter 88: Another kiss
Chapter 86
Two weeks later, I was on the deck of Uncle Charlie's house, kissing Laura.
Not like those soft, shy kisses we exchanged when she first came here—this was deeper, a French kiss.
The sun was dipping low, casting everything in that golden hour glow. The ocean murmured nearby, and the breeze was just cool enough to make her lean a little closer.
Inside, in the kitchen, Dad and Uncle Charlie were both watching from the window.
Charlie let out a low whistle.
"He sure knows how to score..." Charlie said
Alan just stared, blinking. "Should I be proud or concerned?"
Back on the deck, Laura and I were still wrapped in a kiss when the song playing on the small radio beside us faded out.
A new track began—something with a familiar beat. I pulled back slightly. I started to hum along, then sing softly:
♪Where there's a will, there's a way, kind of beautiful
And every night has its day, so magical