Our Forever
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Last published Wed, Dec 25, 2019
They were sitting on the bleachers a comfortable distance apart. It was a cold November day and she was wondering why they were outside.
"Why are we out here again Charlie?" She asked shivering. She scooted closer to him in search for heat.
He glanced at her taking off his blue coat wrapping it around her as he rubbed her shoulders to warm her up. He made sure to slowly bring his hands down to her forearms then her hands.
They were both looking into each other's eyes as he continued rubbing her hands, her palms, and her fingers. She looked away as she felt the familiar butterflies again, and the warmness in her cheeks.
"You like me," he whispered bringing his hand up to her cheek caressing it gently.
"What? No, why would you think that?"
His cheeks were rosy and his nose was red, "you like me, admit it."
"Charlie stop, your a senior and-" she said shaking her head.
"And your holding my hand back Lesley," she couldn't help but stare at his full pink lips.
"Charlie stop-" she pleaded weakly.
He gently brought her face closer to his as moved his lips softly against hers.
All she could think about was how soft his lips were and how good everything felt. Lesley placed her hand on his waist as they both enjoyed the warmth of each others mouths.
As they pulled away, her eyes fluttered open to meet his pretty green eyes and rosy cheeks.
"You like me..."
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