[ The hand on his arm remains there, barely holding onto Uncle Charlie almost as if she’s afraid the moment will be ruined if she touches him with more than her lips. Her eyes close and it’s almost as if her other senses are amped up to full strength. Allison can feel him, hear him, taste him and it’s amazing. She hasn’t kissed many boys in her life, but somehow she knows no one will compare to her Uncle. ]
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