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「 ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ 」ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ¹³+ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ
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「 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ 𖹭 ⁷,⁸⁵¹ 」

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𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚
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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

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─────𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍─────‎

As soon as the words left Mei's mouth, a breath of pent up emotion left my own as I leaned into her. The moment our lips met, my heart felt as though it had tightly constricted in my chest, my stomach filling with warmth and butterflies.

Her lips felt about a million times better in reality as opposed to how I'd always imagined them.

My skin had grown almost uncomfortably warm, except that I was more than comfortable at the moment, and I felt the need to do something with my hands. They naturally fell to either side of Mei's hips, gripping her over the sweatpants she borrowed from me, though I ensured not to tighten their hold too much.

It was clear that she didn't have much experience, but not in a bad way at all. The reaction I received was more like she was shy and holding back, which I'm sure she was, but she knew how to follow my lead. I think she knew how to kiss well, but the main thing causing her reciprocation to be this way was the insecurity that her ex had caused, not any lack of knowledge. If he hadn't been a douchebag and just made her feel comfortable and appreciated, she could have relaxed more. This made me even happier than I already was in this moment– the fact that it didn't take her long to kiss me back, nor did her muscles remain tense. It made my heart bloom with a mixture of emotions, two of which were clear happiness and relief– happy and relieved that she felt comfortable enough with me that her anxieties about kissing seemed to gradually fade away.

My fingertips had unintentionally brushed the skin of Mei's stomach just enough to take notice of the goosebumps that rose there, but I didn't allow them to linger there as I realized that my borrowed shirt she wore had slightly risen up. I gently tugged the material back down to fall past the waistband of the sweats before deciding to place them elsewhere with which she may be more comfortable. I took my time in the switch of my hands' locations as I currently was having trouble with how much my brain was consumed solely with the feeling of her lips. I momentarily wondered if she had this same problem– perhaps not entirely noticing much else other than my own mouth on hers.

My hands had decided on setting up camp by her jawline, and my thumb naturally began stroking a soft pattern by her chin for just a moment; when I sensed just a tiny hint of apprehension lingering still in her demeanor, an idea formed in my mind. Despite the dreadful feeling of separating my lips from hers, I forced myself to for only a moment so I could use my thumb to gently tug her bottom lip; this way it could be easily captured between both of mine when I brought them back to her.