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Izzy kissed Emma.

She kissed Emma quickly, just a momentary touch of lips to lips, with her mouth slightly open, and one of her hands flat against Emma’s cheek.

Emma didn’t move. She froze. She stood where she was, startled, and neither pulled away nor kissed back. She could taste Izzy’s mouth. She could taste wine and salt on Izzy’s lips, and also smell the scent of Izzy’s hair.

She wanted to kiss back, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.

She stood there, uncertainly, trying to decide what to do. And what to feel, too.

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