a Thursday afternoon 6:42pm
We sat in lawn chairs over the bright green grass that reached the beginning of exposed ankles. My position had been shifted multiple times, body moving on its own in insecurity whenever his eyes had shifted onto me.
Contact was made and body heat had mingled in the air with a slow dance. Hands had brushed over skin with soft laughs and squinted eyes. His hair splayed over into waves when he had laid over thighs covered in dark blue jeans, the material in which he had buried into.
He was soft both feeling and spiritually. A kiss was given on the left side of my right hand, a quick press that sounded throughout the room. He retreated just as quick as it lasted.
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