Everyone has their lines. The lines they don't dare cross. It just isn't acceptable. Is that what I did? Did I cross a line? Did I force you out of that comfort zone? I assume so, because since I did that thing, you closed yourself off. You stopped. You backed off. I violated that space of yours. Was I wrong? Did I imagine the way you smiled just before you kissed me? Did I imagine the way your lips oh so softly brushed mine? Did I imagine the way your fingers traced my skin, as if you had to memorize the way it felt? Did I imagine the way you slowly took my shirt off? Did I imagine the way you held me so delicately, like I was a piece of glass and you were afraid to break me? Did we cross that line too quickly? ....More importantly, can we uncross it? Can we go back? Can we pretend that line didn't exist?
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Snippets of Stories
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