“Soldiers coming,” a voice whispered and pressed his lips against hers. He moved his arms to embrace Victoire more and shield her face from the soldiers’ view. The soldiers passed beside them and she heard them chuckle.
“Those French, always kissing.” With the soldiers past them, the rain began to fall landing just between Victoire’s and Leal’s lips.
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