I haven't felt the warmth of stage lights in years, not like I did when I danced. Kissing Aly's like a thousand stage lights hitting me all at once. Heat strikes at every point of contact. Blood rushes south and definitely not to my feet. Foot. Present tense, present time, after everything. She's always kissed with a ferocity she normally reserves for dance. Her mouth opens a little and it's pure instinct that my tongue sweeps into that space, glides against her tongue.

-Katherine Locke

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