Ava
My breath halts as soon as his lips touch mine. He tastes sweet, soft, addicting. For a moment we just sit in the booth, staring at each other in silence.
And then the pace changes, his lips starting to move along mine in a rhythm. His tongue finds its way in my mouth, his hands in my hair. I hear people knock at the door, but he doesn't stop. I don't think I want him to.
"Liam-" I say between kisses. "We have to go." He nods, grabbing the photo reel in one hand, his other hand grabbing mine. He does it so instinctively that I wonder if he feels as comfortable with me as I do with him, whether he feels like this was always meant to happen like I do.
People stare at us as we leave the photo booth; it's like they know we were making out from our faces. Fuck-our faces. I look at Liam, his lips smeared with my lipstick.
"How bad did you mess up my face?" I ask. He just looks at me and grins.
"Pretty bad." Yet we kiss again at the ferris wheel, the night sky covered in stars, the moon shining bright above us. This one's a longer kiss, more deliberate and sweet. I feel the cold wind in the air, my heart racing rapidly.
And then we sit in silence for a moment, my head resting on his shoulder. "We should do this more often," he says. I agree.
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The Final Project
RomanceAaron Kristensen and Ivy Blake are sworn enemies, both competing to be valedictorian, but what happens when they have to work together for the final project? Can they overcome their hatred, or will it be their downfall? All credits to the artist of...
