"What are you doing here all alone anyways?" he asks, crossing his arms. I shrug.
"Nothing much, just waiting on Luna."
"How long are you going to be waiting?" I look up into his blue eyes. He's talking about something else, but I'm not sure what. The fire behind us is crackling. He steps towards me, making my heart skip a beat. "Hmm, I wonder," he trails on, inching closer. "How long have you been waiting on him?" he asks. My breath hitches for a moment. "Princess," he murmurs, making my heart beat faster. "You-
"Yo Hannah! Where are you?" Luna shouts. Oh not now. I groan. He smirks.
"Case and point."
"So what if I prove you wrong then, Elijah?"
"Go for it," he smirks, looking up at me. "I doubt you'd be able to-" I grab his shirt with my hands and pull him in for a kiss. He seems startled for a second before kissing back. It's fireworks. There's passion, and certainly lust. But what we have somehow seems beyond that.
Young love tends to do that.
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Romance~ loosely based on firsthand experiences of romance... ~ ~ not all are mine xxx ~ ~ names are masked to maintain secrecy ~ ~ enjoy reading my lovelies ~
