The tie loosens as lips meet, wooden slats dig into palms, fingers tracing the curve of a collarbone before the next breath....

The tie loosens as lips meet, wooden slats dig into palms, fingers tracing the curve of a collarbone before the next breath. No one moves to stop it. #treehouse #kiss

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