𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 Everhart doesn't trust fate. After life took away her chance at a happy family, how could she? It isn't until she is forced to move to Brooklyn in 1936 that things begin to unexpectedly look up. She meets two city boys, forming a friendship...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ❝ letters from home ❞
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WARM LIPS AGAINST her skin was the first thing that Lucy could feel as she woke up. She didn't even need to open her eyes to recognize who those lips belonged to. "Mm," she hummed. "Buck?"
"Did you sleep well, Mrs. Barnes?"
When Lucy's eyes fluttered open, she was met with the sight of her fiance's face hovering just inches away from her own. He placed a light kiss on her right cheek, then to her left, before finally pressing one right to her lips.
After a lazy kiss, Bucky pulled back and Lucy smiled sleepily at him. "Technically, I'm not Mrs. Barnes just yet."
Bucky snaked his arms around her torso and rolled her on top of him. Lucy relaxed in his hold and settled onto his chest, letting her legs lay between his own as she propped herself up on both elbows. She couldn't resist the urge to reach her left hand up and run her fingers through his unruly hair.
