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You can interpret whoever you want this to be- George, or Fred

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"I think you second guess yourself, which you shouldn't. You're amazing at what you do."
"Is that all," he said playfully
"Your good at other things of course."
"oh really? Name one thing."
"Well, I like that your resourceful, caring, funny. You don't care about what other people think of you, you stand up to people, and stand up for what's right. The way your eyes sparkle when you talk about things your passionate about. Your very smart, more than you realize and-"
He kissed me. I took me a second to process it but before I could kiss back, he pulled away.
"'m sorry. I shouldn't ha-"
I smashed our lips together. Passionate and love. That's all I felt. I've never kissed someone this good at kissing. He held and cupped my jaw so gently, almost like if he were to hold me any tighter, I would break, as if I were made of glass.
I pull away first.
"Don't be," I whispered against his lips.
"Hmm?" His eyes were still closed. I giggled softly.
"Don't be sorry." I kissed him again which turned into a passionate snogging session.
About 20 minutes later, out of breath we pull away for eachother's plump, slightly chapped, dark pink lips.
"We should go, curfew is close."
"Since when do you care about curfew, Mr. Troublemaker."
He kissed me, "shut up, you."

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