\"How does he do this? My heart is racing and I feel drunk. Ive never been drunk but it must feel something like this. I dont ever want this to end. He compleats me. Does he feel the same way? He says he does. He's definatly kissing me like he does. So why am I so afraid I'll loose him?\" I huddled deeper into his arms, trying to feel the closeness of his heartbeat. I felt him grip me tighter, pulling me even closer to him. As I looked up I met his eyes. He took my mouth in his, his tongue sliding across mine. Goosebumps rose across my arms as my heart beats faster. He was kissing my neck now. Slowly, tenderly, he lifts my chin, bringing our mouths together for a soft kiss. This one is different. It calms my heart and reminds me that he does love me even if I have stupid doubts. \"I have to be dreaming.\" I think. \"How can I be so lucky? I have the perfect boy. He loves and cares for me even when I feel like the worst person in the world.\" As I lay in his arms, I inhale deeply, the sensual reactions I experience drive my desire for him. But I know that there are lines we will not cross. We both agree, No Sex Till Marriage. Though we desire to be together, we do not want to risk becoming parents as teenagers. If we truly love eachother, we can wait untill our wedding night. \"All I want to do is be there for him for the rest of my life. Im stupid to doubt him. He shows that he loves me over and over again. He tells me he can't stand the thought of us seperating. I want to stay by him and never leave.\" So many thoughts go through my mind as he holds me, caresses me, kisses me. He whispers in my ear that he loves me and I reply \"I love you too.\" I never want it to end. Life is perfect here with him. My phone rings. My mother has arrived to sweep me into the crazy hussle of the world. I cannot stand to leave him. But unfortunatly I must. I leave with a heavy heart, his kisses still fresh on my lips. As I am driven away, my heart cries out and breaks into a billion tiny pieces. I hate this new feeling. It is all I can do to not cry. I lie in bed at night thinking of those stolen moments, and I wonder, is he thinking of them too?
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