"It means," she whispered, centimeters from him, "that I want a real kiss."
"How long?" Nathan asked Fin, hand in hers. They were resting on the beach, surrounded por the sparkling ocean reflecting the sunrise. When they'd returned, batman was not pleased, to say the very least, that the jet was crashed somewhere in the Arctic, but he was glad to know that they were safe. Nathan had whisked Fin away to a place they could talk about everything that had happened between them and what it might have done to their hearts. In the cold, everything was at a risk.
"Since... since we met, I suppose. You were just..." Fin shuffled her head a little on his shoulder, her glasses...
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