These Godly Lies (Peaches & Honey #2)

Chapter Twenty-Three

“What’s this?” he asks.

“A gift,” she teases, an echo from their past.

“Is it magic?” He means it to be a joke, but there is a light in her eyes that robs him of his breath. In his chest, his weak, fragile heart stutters when she answers.

“Yes.”

NEW EDUN

1977

She kisses him and his lips taste like magic—peaches drizzled in honey on a warm summer day. When she pulls away, his hair is dark and softly curled. His eyes, those eyes she would recognize on any face in any lifetime, smile back at her—blue on the verge of green.

THE END