Outer Banks Season 2

      We make out in the stairwell of the old Baptist church: gilt steeple below us, laugher hidden in our lips, and my hands in your hair.

      I know there are angels singing somewhere so I hope they're singing for us and our blood and all the places our thighs touch, or where our shivering bodies melt into shared heat,

      Where our breath sings ghosts to the cold cold air.

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