Midnight Kisses Jeanine Benedict //top\\ [RECOMMENDED]

Leo took the final step. He was close enough now that Jeanine could smell the rain on his jacket, the coffee on his breath, the faint cedar of his soap. He didn’t touch her, but his presence was a warmth she could lean into.

“I’m exactly on time.” He stepped closer, and the floorboards creaked under him. “It’s not midnight yet.” midnight kisses jeanine benedict

The sound of a key turning in the lock made her pulse skip. She didn’t turn around. She listened to the familiar rhythm of footsteps—one heavier than the other because of the old knee injury from a high school soccer game she hadn’t even been at (a story she’d heard so many times she could recite it in her sleep). Leo took the final step

Jeanine looked down at her hands. They were shaking. She pressed them flat against the railing. “I got a job offer. In Seattle.” “I’m exactly on time

The first tear fell. Then the second. Jeanine wiped them away angrily, but more kept coming.

“That sounds ominous,” he said lightly.