Tara Tainton It Can Happen So Fast -

"Remember this?" you asked, opening to a page from a summer barbecue three years ago. I was laughing in the picture, my head tilted back, and you were looking at me—really looking. I hadn't noticed it then. The way your smile softened when you thought no one was watching.

It can happen so fast. One minute you're sorting through winter coats, and the next you're tangled on the floor with someone who's been a footnote in your life for years, suddenly becoming the whole story. Your back presses into the carpet, and her weight settles over you, and you realize you've been hungry for this without knowing it. tara tainton it can happen so fast

The first kiss was soft, almost tentative. A question asked in slow motion. But the second—the second was a discovery. Your hand slid to the back of my neck, and mine found your waist, and the world outside that closet door ceased to exist. "Remember this

"Tell me to stop," you said.

"It was a good day," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. The way your smile softened when you thought