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Song: She, Ed Sheeran, Songs I Wrote With Amy
Zanthus's POV
"Do you reckon we go in now?" Angels's lips ghost over mine as she speaks.
"Mh-mm." I murmur and shake my head, nose knocking against hers slightly. A soft laugh rings through the quiet car like a choir. Her fists tighten around the loose material of my shirt, likely stretching it out but I don't have any desire to correct her.
"We do have to go to school, you know."
I do my best to stay focused on the question she's just asked, but as my eyes fall to her lips every coherent thought leaves my mind. I sway a bit, hands attached to my shirt moving with me until my shoulder rests against the back of my seat.
"I-I want to k-kiss you." The blood pulsing through my veins sounds louder through my ears, heart dropping and adding beats every few seconds.
"You just did." Her eyebrows pull in a bit.
I feel her hands begin to loosen on my shirt, and instantly move my own to lay over them. Their fleeting pauses. "I-I know." Heat creeps up my neck, burning me on the inside and painting me like a flame. "I w-want to again." I squeeze the backs of her hands, shaking my head. "I-If that's a-alright?"
The brown eyes peering back at me roll. "Of course it's alright." My cheeks burn brighter at this and I focus my eyes on my lap. I can only pray I'm not shaking as much as I feel I am right now. "Hey." Angels's forehead pressed against my own, skin warm and gentle. "Zeze," I flick my eyes up to meet hers, "You don't have to ask every single time you kiss me, okay?" I swallow, nodding hesitantly.
