the girl named winter

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Only Blue, his lips, and the lamppost exist.

For a while, the cold, adrenaline, and rejection are pushed aside as the kiss overpowers them all.

With Rey, the kiss was soft yet hurried. It was passionate and it made my heart turn into a frenzy as our tongues would intertwine with each other.

It feels different with Blue.

His lips press against mine and it moves slowly. There's no frenzy or fast heartbeat. There isn't any dizziness present.

It feels familiar.

It feels like home.

Like we already kissed a million times already.

Yet this is only our first.

And possibly our last.

After getting over my astonished state, I let my eyelids fall and encircle my arms around Blue's neck.

Being with Rey made me feel excited and happy, but being with Blue makes me feel at home and safe.

Blue groans and pushes his lips harder against mine.

I gasp and push my toes upward to clash my mouth against his.

His hands tightens around my waist.

My fingers thread themselves in his brown hair.

He gasps.

I bite his lower lip.

He breathes beneath me as his fingers trace my curve.

I open my mouth and gift him an open mouth kiss.

He gladly returns the favor, holding my neck.

"You're kissing!"

We break free from each other.

Marck stares at us with an open mouth and bulging eyes. "The both of you! Blue and Winter!"

I narrow my eyes at him as my face flushes.

He blinks. "Why?"

"Quit it, squirt," I venomously spit.

Marck blinks his eyes again.

I take menacing steps towards him. "You're not going to tell anyone about this or -"

"Winter," Blue calls, taking my elbow.

I look at him.

He smiles at me. "It's Christmas."

His smile makes my knees weaken instantly.

"Don't be too harsh on him."

"Rey," I choke, tears forming in my eyes.