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Kiss

He brushed his hand against hers as they walked side by side. Blood rushed to her cheeks causing her to blush- no one had ever held her hand before. She secretly wished he would grab her hand then just kiss her. He didn’t. He forced himself to stop thinking about kissing her because he knew she wanted to take it slow. Damn it! he thought to himself.

She stopped. “What’s wrong?” he said “Is everything okay?”
She moved closer to him. “Everything is just perfect!”
“Well, I’m glad because this might just be the best night of my life” he said, also moving closer. “So, I have a question” she said to him. “Shoot!” he said.
“Why won’t you just kiss me already?” she asked. He drew a blank. “w-well I thought you said you wanted to take things extra slow! but I’ve been dying to kiss you for about a month now!” She smiled. “Just do it already!” she said, grabbing his shirt and pressing her lips to his lightly. They pull away at the same time. “I have no idea why I hadn’t done that earlier” she said, laughing.

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