My German Boy
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Lukas looked at me with that eyes, almost pleading for me to stay a little longer, i never thought that a soldier could be that cute, his eyes seemed to linger in my lips for a moment way to long, i blushed, what was he doing?
For a moment nothing felt real and he came closer, too close, when our lips met I stopped breathing, I had never kissed anyone like that, other than my mother or members of my family, I know it seems a little humiliating, and I didn't want him to realize it, but he also seemed a little awkward, and that bothered me a little, I tilted my head to try to get a better angle, his hands slid to my waist, and mine to wrap around the back of his neck, it felt like heaven.
I had never felt a sensation like that, and when we finally broke from the kiss, he had that stupid smile on his face, that charming smile, which I hated, I was probably more red than a tomato, and he wasn't much better, I quickly shook off my clothes and stood up, in an attempt to compose myself, he remained seated, and before leaving, I looked at him, and he looked at me as if asking me to come back.
"Ich liebe dich."
I still managed to hear his words
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