Crossing Lines (Lesbian)
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She was so beautiful right now. The sun was going down over the mountains, making a sky full of colors, and she was all I wanted to look at. Her brown eyes told a story of something so indescribable, her makeup-less face was clear and pale, but her lips... Her lips I didn't understand. I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of them, I don't know why I can't stop imagining them kissing all over my body. Sometimes I get frustrated when I look at them, because I know that she's just my best friend.
"You'll be okay." I reassured her. "Everyone regrets things."
She nodded, looking back up at the sky. I leaned my head on her and she wrapped her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her. "I know."
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WARNING: This story is about two Lesbians. In some chapters there will be content intended for adults or mature teens.
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