The kiss felt soft. Like the air we breathed. And warm. Just like the sun that shone that day.
It was as flattering as the sounds of children running and people's chattering are music to my ears.
I reached for his neck, pulling him closer. A few moments later, I found myself kissing him back.
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He Left Me Alone
Ficção AdolescenteHis name was Logan McHale. And i didn't know why he left me alone. Short Story #171 (06/28/2014)