“Come on, then, darling, let’s see how you kiss in the afternoon.” He took a firm but unintrusive grip on my legs and I bent over backwards until the smooth stone came into my blurry field of vision, and I pressed my lips against it, for just long enough to think, I’m hanging off a castle by my legs and two metal bars, kissing the Blarney Stone, and then I was back up, a little too fast, and he made some joke that I didn’t process, too busy babbling, Thank you, thank you, and grinning like an idiot.


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