"Do you still love me?"
I inched away from your heated gaze.
I had no where else to go because I was locked up in the car with you.
I swallowed the dry lump in my throat and looked away from you.
You got closer and closer until our noses were almost touching.
We were just a kiss away from breaking the wall of our shallow breaths.
Thunder and lightning clashed in the sky, rain droplets started to pour down on us.
"Yes." I mouthed silently.
You searched my emerald orbs and snaked your right hand around the nape of my neck.
My breathing hitched as you softly melded your warm lips against mine.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
