Thirty Two~I Miss You

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He pressed his lips to mine.

He kissed me.

He swapped bacteria with me.

His lips were soft and he yasted like mint.

The kiss was slow and soft, Like I was a glass doll and he was afraid of breaking me.

I felt sparks ignite all over my body and a shiver run down my spine.

"I want you to be my girlfriend" He whispers,Pulling away slowly.

"If that means that we can do that more then I'm down"

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Yes" I say.

"Amazing" He breathes, Pressing his for head to mine.

"We better get back inside" I say.

I peck his lips one last time and walk back into the theatre.

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