Maya
I taste the salt on my lips and I realise tears have been rolling down my cheeks as I speak. I wonder if I am in a mess right now. God, I just want to kiss him.
He looks at me and pauses. One. Two.
Come closer. He demands. His voice with so much vulnerability. I haven't heard him like this.
I stay.
Please, Maya. He pleads.
Fuck, he knows what he is doing. I move closer.
Touch me.
I bring my hand mid-air to his face wanting to trace my fingers on every inch of his face.
I stop.
"Are you sure?"
Touch me, Maya. His voice was certain and he couldn't be more sure in his entire life.
My fingertips land on his face. Soft. Just like how I'd imagined. I trace my fingertips onto the skin of his face. I land my fingers one by one until I can take all of him. He winces.
I sniff away the tears and bring my other hand to his face to cup his chin, the inside of my thumb meeting his cheeks.
A small tear runs down his cheek and I feel it under the skin of my thumb, wiping it away.
"It's ok, sweetheart."
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The boy I like
RomanceMaya and Lucas are two people in their 20s who were close enough to know their favourite colours but never knew if they liked each other.
