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“Then, as she whirled around, she bumped into Tate, who had stood, and they froze, staring into each other’s eyes. They stopped laughing. He took her shoulders, hesitated an instant, then kissed her lips, as the leaves rained and danced around them as silently as snow.

She knew nothing about kissing and held her head and lips stiff. They broke away and looked at each other, wondering where that had come from and what to do next. He lifted a leaf gently from her hair and dropped it to the ground. Her heart beat wildly. Of all the ragged loves she’d known from wayward family, none had felt like this.

“Am I your girlfriend now?� she asked.

He smiled. “Do you want to be?�

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“You might be too young,� he said.

“But I know feathers. I bet the other girls don’t know feathers.�

“All right, then.â€� And he kissed her again. This time she tilted her head to the side and her lips softened. And for the first time in her life, her heart was full.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing