They gazed at the sun touching the top of the hill. "I'll race you." Cherish chanted as she took off. He chased after her chipping ahead only slightly. She stopped in her tracks and soaked in the moment: the setting sun, the colors of fall, and Avery. A hint of gold caught in the light of his baby blues as he traced back to her.
He traipsed in far too close. He rubbed his shaven head as he said teasingly, "Oh, come on now. You don't need a breather do you?" She shot him that crooked smile of hers, took his dangling hand and pulled him in. She pecked him on the lips and took off in a dash.
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