Coffee Shop (Larry Stylinson)
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  • Reads 95
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Apr 30, 2014
"I don't know what the hell made me walk into this damn coffee shop!" My breath come out hard and rushed, but I don't care -hes my one and only priority right now- he's always been. He needs to know how I feel about him and how much I can't stand walking past him everyday not being able to hear his voice. 

". . . But I'm glad I did" Before he has time to answer I grab his face and kiss his lips. 

Sweet,sweet, release.

And when the rhythm of our lips comes to a halt; I slowly pull away so I can look at him... really look at him.

"I really love this coffee shop.." I whisper, brushing his sweaty hair away from those eyes.

And he does it ... he smiles "Me too."
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