Opal
Is this really happening?
Oliver's face is so close to mine that I have to believe it is indeed happening. My eyes close on their own accord and my face is tilted towards his. I can feel his fingertips lightly, so lightly I can barely feel it, touch my neck and before I can even think any sensible thoughts his lips are brushing mine. It is a delicate kiss, one gentle, a kiss asking permission.
Oliver pulls back, just a teeny bit, our foreheads touching. He looks at me, his eyes full of question, and they are saying is this okay? and I feel that grin coming back onto my face, but this one is a little more shy, a little hesitant. He starts to smile too, a smile that lights up his entire face. All the question in his eyes is gone and his smile sobers up a little before he kisses me again.
His lips taste like apples and we kiss until I start to smile too much, too happy to even kiss.
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The end! This story was so fun to write, I hope you guys enjoying reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm thinking of starting another story soon, but right now I only have a vague idea. Hopefully I will see you soon!
Update: I published another story called "bill". Be sure to check it out! It's a short story (really short) but has a much different style than this story. Comment to tell me what you think!
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