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He paused, his eyes meeting mine and our lips just brushed each other. I stared right back, captivated by his eyes. After a moment, he closed the distance between us.
He was far gentler than I'd thought he would be(and yes, I've thought about it. A lot). His lips were pressed gently against mine, chapped and flakey.
I had imagined this moment countless times before, but none of those imaginings encompassed just how . . . euphoric it was. As he pressed closer, I tried to savour the feeling, because i knew it probably wouldn't happen again any time soon
The kiss was uncomfortable, my reading glasses pushed against my face uncomfortably, and I had no idea what I was supposed to do with my lips. But even so, it felt . . . Amazing. That doesn't really cover it.
It was soft and gentle, he didn't push hard or go fast at all. It was just a slow, hesitant but exciting kiss.
Blood rushed to my cheeks as his hand went to the back of my head. Butterflies like I'd never known exploded in my stomach. The feeling of his lips on mine sent shivers down my entire body.
I pulled away, and his hand stayed on my neck. He had this small, honest smile on his face.
im sorry for such short chapters, im just splitting them up in a way I think works best.
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Angry at Love
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