"Chill love," he said to me. His odd accent filling my ears.
Our ragged breathing beings to form clouds between us the tiny bit of moisture on my sandpaper tongue accumulates in the air.
The silence becomes deafening.
Everything seems to be in slow motion.
His hand on my arm.
I can't stand it. All I want is for the uncomfortable feeling of ear buds to be the only thing I have to put up with on my walk to the library. The feeling that I bare only to hear sweet, meaningful music.
This was not what I enjoyed.
But I put up with it. I didn't know why.
Or maybe I did.
I didn't want to though. I was suddenly reminded of the reason. A feeling I couldn't ignore...
His lips on mine.
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Chill Love
Teen Fiction"Chill love," he said to me. His odd accent filling my ears. Our ragged breathing beings to form clouds between us the tiny bit of moisture on my sandpaper tongue accumulates in the air. The silence becomes deafening. Everything seems to be in s...
