Midnight Kisses Jeanine Benedict -

“Three minutes is a lifetime.” He set the bag down on the small bistro table she’d painted yellow last spring. “I brought champagne. And those little chocolate croissants from the place on Magazine Street. The ones you like.”

The confession landed like a stone in still water. Ripples spread through the silence. Somewhere in the distance, a party horn blared, and someone laughed—a bright, careless sound. midnight kisses jeanine benedict

The first tear fell. Then the second. Jeanine wiped them away angrily, but more kept coming. “Three minutes is a lifetime

“I hate that about you.”

“You love that about me.”