*Eli's P.O.V*
"Eli.." Moon would giggle as I would press soft kisses on her neck.
"You know you like it." I smirked as I continued the action, making her smile.
As of now, I would say that Moon and I were dating. After we shared a kiss a few days ago, we decided to take things slow and see what happens. We're in no rush.
Dating seemed like a word that I didn't want to hear months and months ago. But once I was hanging out with Moon, the word brought sweet sounds to me. I'll feel instant butterflies and it's all because of the beautiful girl that I'm with.
"Kiss me, Eli." Moon whispered as she would pull me closer by my yellow shirt.
I didn't need to be told twice. I happily obliged her request.
As Moon would pull me closer, the world outside her bedroom dims, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of passion and laughter.
Her giggles, light and infectious, weave through our kisses, and I can't help but smile against her lips.
It's a sound that stirs a warmth deep within me, making each kiss feel like we're discovering something new and exciting.
With every press of our lips, I feel a spark—a literal charge that seems to pulse with life. It's like we're drawing energy from each other, each giggle from Moon fueling the fire that dances between us.
I'm hyper-aware of her, of the softness of her bed, and the way our bodies mold together as if we were made to fit just so.
Lying here with Moon, I'm convinced that these sparks are the kind that could ignite stars, the kind that you only feel once in a lifetime.
It's an electric connection that tells me this is where I'm meant to be. In her laughter, in the give and take of our kisses, I find a promise of all the tomorrows we have yet to explore.
It's overwhelming, intoxicating, and utterly right.
Every kiss felt like a confession, the kind that only the silence could hear. As our lips moved in a slow, deliberate dance, I could feel the intensity that had fueled our passion transform into something softer, something tender.
It was as if each kiss was a word in a language only we understood, and with each one, we wrote our own story.
Eventually, the need for air and the pull of comfort led us to part, but only just. I shifted, laying back on her bed, pulling her along with me.
The bed was a sanctuary, and as she nestled into my side, I wrapped my arm around her waist, drawing her even closer.
Her breaths were like a lullaby, steady and soothing, and I felt the tension of the day melt away in her embrace.
I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt, and it was electrifying, grounding. My fingers traced the curve of her waist, marveling at the softness.
Her head fit perfectly in the crook of my shoulder, and as she sighed contentedly, I couldn't help but think this was exactly where we were meant to be.
In this quiet room, with the chaos of the world locked out, I held her, and it felt like holding onto something precious, something infinite.
"So you can't stay another night?" She asked me as she looked with her deep brown eyes that make me fall for them every time I looked into them.
"I wish I could, babe." I said, "But I promise my mom that I would help her out with something at the house."
"Bummer." She sighed. "But I'll miss you."
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