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Where I Want to Be

Lying on the hood of his car, I stare at the sunset. The water flows in and out on the beach. The peace warms me like hot tea as I lay my head on his shoulder. Our hands are intertwined, right where they should be.

“I have an idea,” He breaks the silence, “I’ll be right back baby.”

He kisses me on the cheek and gets up. Slow, sweet music begins to play. I follow him back to me with my eyes.

“May I have this dance?” He takes his hand out.

“You know I don’t know the waltz,” I joke.

“It’s okay, just follow me,” He smiles.

I smile back and let him lead me to the beach. The breeze plays with my short white dress and hair. His loose white shirt and jeans make him more attractive, if that were even possible. With one hand in mine and the other on my hip, I let him start. The water hits our feet and I fall into rhythm. Staring into his eyes, I feel butterflies. He leans in and his soft lips touch mine. Electricity rushes through me and I know this is exactly where I want to be.

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