𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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I carried you on my back as we made our way to the coffee shop down the block. You had been complaining about how your feet were aching from all the practice this week. Plus you said you would buy me ramyeon later. I set you down at a table. And soon after came back with two chai lattes. I watched as you took a small sip of the steaming hot drink, your nose scrunching up from the steam. A strange feeling erupted in my stomach. Like butterflies. I tilted my head and turned my gaze back to you. I felt crimson rush up my neck and I looked back down again, sipping on my drink. Why am I feeling this way?


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