She leaned in, her forehead pressing gently against Awlivv’s. The Vespa’s side mirror caught the last gold of the afternoon.
Vespa swung a leg off the scooter’s worn leather seat. She didn’t rush. She simply walked to stand in front of Awlivv, close enough that the sea salt mingled between them. With one finger, she tilted Awlivv’s chin up. vespa & awlivv – oral encouragement
The Vespa hummed to a stop at the edge of the coastal road, the warm engine ticking as it cooled. Awlivv sat behind the handlebars, knuckles white, breath shallow. Below, the cliff path snaked toward a tiny, impossible beach. She leaned in, her forehead pressing gently against