He threw a glance at me. "You still have flour on your face." He mumbled.
"Where?" I asked, sitting up. My hand went to my face, searching.
Nathan walked towards me, his hands reaching out to hold my face, his thumb brushing my left cheek.
I heard my sharp intake of breath.
His eyes dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes.
Kiss me, I thought.
It was as if he heard me.
His head dipped down, crashing his lips to mine.
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Chocolate Ice Cream
NouvellesTara Flynn believes that the only way to heal a broken heart is by locking herself in her room, and eating tons of chocolate ice cream. Nathaniel Adam disagrees.
