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.

Our eyes met over the open pages. Something shifted—subtle as a change in air pressure before a storm. You didn't look away. Neither did I. tara tainton it can happen so fast

When I opened them, you were closer. Close enough that I could see the gold flecks in your irises. Close enough that breathing felt like a shared act. The first kiss was soft, almost tentative

"It was a good day," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. Your hand slid to the back of my

I was helping you clean out the hall closet—an innocent task, a favor between people who had known each other for years. Neighbors. Friends. The kind of relationship with safe, predictable boundaries.

Then you found the old photo album.