The Actress
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I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly chiseled chest. It was moulded beautifully with just the right amount of muscular smoothness and tanned golden. My heartbeat quickened as his face loomed over my own. His dark green emerald eyes bore into my face, searching."Why are you scared?" He asked quietly. I tried to protest, but my mouth hung open bobbing up and down. No words came out and my knees trembled. I was scared. He was right, as usual. This was a bad idea. I knew it at the bottom of my mind. But my heart wouldn't let me shake off the feeling of attraction. I wanted this, even if it would only last a few moments. I craned my neck up at him and said,"I'm scared that this is a dream." And I was. I was scared that after everything was over, I would wake up and my life would be different. He moved closer and whispered,"Maybe. But if it is. I never want to wake up." That's when I didn't care. I didn't care if this was all a made up fantasy. Because it was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced. It didn't matter if I could wake up, because all I wanted was to remember these moments. So I let my heart take control and pulled his head down to meet mine. Our lips met and I gasped. His lips were so so soft. He tasted like something unreal and magical. Our lips moved in rhythm almost like a dance. We kissed and kissed until he was all I could breathe. He was my drug and I was addicted. He kissed me like I was his oxygen and he was suffocating. He kissed me and kissed me until we couldn't kiss anymore. I pulled back and stared at his handsome face and knew right then and there that I was in love with Matthew.
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