Come Away with Me
Page 87Our guests are applauding, our mothers dabbing at their tears. I rest my forehead against hers as she runs her fingers down my cheek.
“I love you.” I whisper.
“I love you too. Let’s go dance.”
Our guests are applauding, our mothers dabbing at their tears. I rest my forehead against hers as she runs her fingers down my cheek.
“I love you.” I whisper.
“I love you too. Let’s go dance.”