"Oh c'mon! What do I have to do to prove to you I'm not joking and am madly in love with you, Charlotte?" "Kyle, please... just leave." He stands and i hear his soft stomps towards the door. To bounce back, I open a water bottle from the fridge and take a sip. "Charlotte?" "What, Kyle?" I snap turning around to face him before he grabs my face and yanks me in for a kiss. Soft. But a bit rough. Almost as if he was desperate to display his affection. We pull away, breathless. Our eyes slightly dazed and glossy. He swallows thickly and stares into my eyes, "There. Is that enough proof for you?"
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