Midnight Kisses Jeanine Benedict [top] May 2026

The sound of a key turning in the lock made her pulse skip. She didn’t turn around. She listened to the familiar rhythm of footsteps—one heavier than the other because of the old knee injury from a high school soccer game she hadn’t even been at (a story she’d heard so many times she could recite it in her sleep).

The words hit her like a physical thing. She gripped the railing harder. midnight kisses jeanine benedict

She was thinking about croissants and rain and mountains and sisters. The sound of a key turning in the lock made her pulse skip