Long Time No See (The Date Pt 3)

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“Well, you were right again, those sunflower seeds were amazing! They’re now definitely my new favorites.”

Cris is sitting down in the grass next to me, her legs stretched out, leaning back on her elbows so that she’s not laying down entirely.

“I told you.”

“There’s no need to sound so smug, huh, don’t let it get to your head.”

She sits up entirely and turns her body so she’s facing me directly.

“It’s also important to learn how to lose, huh. This color, being a bad loser, doesn’t serve you right. Besides, - she lays down on the grass, raising both her arms above her head so she can rest it in her hands – you still owe me a dare.”

I lay down in the grass next to her.

“Well, you’ll say.”

She turns on her side so she’s looking at me directly.

“Hey, don’t push me. We never said I had to decide on that dare today.”

“Well, aren’t you a little cheat.”

She laughs and lays back down on the grass.

“It’s not cheating if there are no rules.”

“Sure…”

I lay down on the grass, Cris is to my left with her arms raised and her head resting on her shoulders. At first, I mimic her position with my head resting in the palms of my hands but, then, I start stretching down my left arm in hopes that Cris starts thinking the same thing I am… and she does. She stretches down her right arm and the back of our hands now rest less than an inch away from each other, my heart starts beating rapidly and my stomach is filled with electricity, an electricity that pours out of my body through my hand and, hopefully, towards Cris’.

I start moving my hand closer to hers, slowly, until the back of our hands touch, and my breathing turns hard to control, the air feels a little heavier and I start feeling a want for more. Its then when I feel Cris moving her index and middle finger until she touches my own and, then, she grabs my index finger in between hers. I close my eyes instinctively, turn my wrist so that the palm of my hand is facing up and I stretch out my fingers a little, leaving some space between them, just enough so that Cris’ fingers fit in that space. I close my eyes tightly, asking the starts that Cris will make the next move.

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