TRAVIS LEWIS She was smiling. She had the most radiant smile on her face, her cheekbones raised, her eyes alive. Her cheeks were slightly colored in the familiar shade of pink, her lips in an equal shade of pink, stretched. I could spend forever in that moment, staring at her eyes and listening to the sound of her laughter. Every moment felt precious as my eyes and hands caressed her face, each touch of her skin under my fingers reminding myself of how much I missed every single thing about her. “I missed you, Britney.”“You’ve said that a million times now,” she chuckled and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Her warmth seeped into me, soothing the ache that had been gnawing at my chest for so long. “I missed you too, Travis.” “Do you even have any idea how hard it has been without you?” I continued, watching her reduce the distance between us by drawing closer towards me, our breaths mingling. “I was worried. I know I wanted a bit of time to figure thin
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