first kiss | contest entry

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Their lips met, and he felt like he could soar through the clouds, both physically and metaphorically, and his heart started beating so hard that he was certain she would hear it. His soul sang a melody, and his mind was bathed in a blinding, joyous light. He'd done it. He'd won. She loved him, really loved him. What could this mean for their future? Would they start a family together? Would they belong to only one another until the day they died? The endless possibilities threatened to overwhelm him as he ran a hand through her soft hair, and as the scent of her gardenia perfume comforted him.

She, meanwhile, hated it almost as much as she hated him. He was a terrible kisser and he thought far too highly of himself. Did he really think that a kiss meant everything? Would this really be all that it took to convince him that she could be trusted with everything he had? He touched the side of her face, and it took everything she had not to recoil and slap his wandering hand away. She had to focus on the end goal. She had to believe that this would work out in her favor, even as the smell of the too-strong cologne that he doused himself in each morning threatened to choke her.

He loved her so much that he was more than willing to share his family's fortune with her.

She loved money so much that she was more than willing to betray him.

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