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seventeen.

17.

This visit was different. The best kind of different.

It was winter now. An ice storm had come and gone. They didn't get to see each other for two whole weeks.

When he saw her he reacted in a way even he didn't expect. Neither of them spoke, neither of them smiled. Before any of that could happen he grabbed her hand, and pulled her away.

He pushed her back up against a tree and kissed her, he kissed her like she was his source of air. He kissed her because he couldn't hold back any longer.

She kissed him back, pushing down the roaring monster that came alive inside of her gut.

They made magic that night, when no one was around. They didn't feel the cold air hitting them, it was much too warm. They didn't worry about any onlookers, to them anyone would be lucky to see this much passion.

They placed stars in the sky with the sounds of their voices. Moaning out in symphonies of stardust.

Her skin was soft and delicate in his hands. He touched her like she was an instrument that only he knew how to play.

She touched him like he was the only thing holding her together.

Maybe he was.