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2024-10-29 19:42:56Wren held Jackson’s hand as they drove back to the border. Not a mile went by that he didn’t pull it up to press a kiss to his knuckles. Jackson kept his grins to himself. Wren wasn’t this openly affectionate with kisses around others, but as soon as they were in the car, it was like kissing was the only thing on his mind.
If they had time, Jackson would pull over somewhere, but they didn’t have time. The border crossing station was within view. Four cop cars sat across the border. “Can you hear them?” Jackson asked.
“Yeah, but they’re not talking about anything. Just complaining that this was a waste of time,” Wren said.
Jackson nodded and directed the car off the main road and down the dirt path his Grandpa had picked them up from. He pulled to a stop far enough away from the border station that it was out of sight and Wren could barely pick up sounds from them.
They walked the path they’d walk
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