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It feels like slow motion as he brings his face closer to mine, I'm staring directly at his mouth now, making it clear that I want him to. I try to tone down how desperately I do, but I dont think it works because he breathes the lightest, cutest chuckle, centimeters from my face.

When he finally closes the space between us, pressing his soft, full lips on mine, I hear my breath hitch completely involuntarily. After our lips lock once, gently, he pulls away slightly to look at my reaction. I don't bother to hide the huge smile that forms when I see the one on his face. He smells so good. He's so smooth, too. Like every move he makes is effortless.

When he doesn't move for a few seconds, I cup the bottom of his chin, and pull his face back to mine. I kiss him again, and put my other arm around his waist, to make it clear I want to do this for a minute. He sinks into the kiss completely. His soft lips connecting and parting slowly, but steadily, with mine. We are the only two people on the planet. Nothing else exists outside of this moment.

He slides his tongue gently across my bottom lip, and I let him in without hesitation. My tongue dances across his between kisses. I've never felt like this before. This is a whole new level for me. My other two encounters with men, there wasn't much emotion, being strangers. This is different. We aren't just kissing just to get to the sex. He's taking his time. I could stay like this forever.

We must have been making out for several minutes. He pulls away, leaving my lips cold. I want his back on mine. He picks up his wine and takes a sip, then sits back into the couch. He chuckles a little awkwardly and covers his face with his hand, like he's embarrassed. He's flushed, and it's definitely not from the wine.

"Better?" I ask, now that the tension is broken. He laughs out loud and scratches the back of his neck. Or so I thought, until he stretches his arm towards the ceiling, and I feel it drape over my shoulders. The move is so sexy. I definitely wasn't expecting it. I let myself lean into him a little. I'm looking at his side profile, inches from his face, studying every detail. I can tell he feels me staring, waiting for a response.

"Better." He declares. After a few minutes of sitting like this in comfortable silence, he squeezes his arm around my shoulder and removes it. He sips his wine and lines up what he broke down on my wooden coaster, and holds it between us.

"Together?" I ask. He smiles and nods. We go in for it at the same time. I watch the white line disappear under my nose and feel it go directly to my brain. I am awake. Woah. I tilt my head slightly back and sniff again once I sit up straight. The back of my throat is getting numb. I realize I miss the taste, strange as it is.

"Ooof. That's clean. Been a while. We should do something. Wanna play Tetris?" I ask, already standing to set up the Nintendo. I feel myself being too much already, but I can't stop myself. I feel great. The slight buzz from the wine, the weed, are amplified by the blow. Kissing Harry was like a totally different drug itself, too.

"Sounds fun" he replies with a little bit of mirth in his voice. Now that I'm standing and he's sitting, I'm enjoying the new angle. I look at his dimples. The way the dim yellow light hits his face is making them more prominent. I don't realize I'm staring until it's too late. I'm beyond caught and I know it.

"Everything alright?" He asks. He still has humor in his eyes, but also looks genuinely concerned for just a second. He wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, thinking he has something on it. I just laugh at myself. Might as well fess up.

"Yeah. I like your dimples. They're cute. Didn't mean to stare...." I say, in as level of a tone as I possibly can. He flushes immediately while beaming a completely smitten, dimply smile that crinkles his eyes so much they almost look closed. I don't think he was expecting me to say that.