After finally finishing the book, my friend told me how much she liked it. This is one of the many passages she said, "moved her."
He stared in her eyes for a moment, and then he leaned over and kissed her. As their lips touched, he could feel the sobs in her throat vibrate through him. He felt her tremble when he pulled her closer to him. Her perfume smelled sweet, a delicate fragrance, that reminded him of lying in dew covered grass on a warm summer’s night after a rainstorm. “Jasmine,” he whispered.
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