He looked at me through daring eyes. "Let's go exploring." He linked arms with me and we peeked through doors (are you sure?) and turned locked handles (Really sure?). “How about outside?"
We walked, it was chilly and the night was starless. Our steps were synchronized, and we reached a shadowed corner. "I just want to ask you again, are you sure?" I love the way he respected me. Certainly.
"His hand went to the back of my neck and he said to me, "I think you are very beautiful." He leaned towards me, and I leaned towards me, and he kissed me so sweetly. Three years suddenly didn't seem so big. Our lips continued to dance and we heated up the air until it was no longer chilly. In the enchantment of the shadows, I felt radiant. And when we were both warm, he started to shiver. "You're making me shake." You’re making me blush.
He kissed me over and over again and I kissed him back. He gently moved my hair. He kissed me on the neck. His hands gingerly got to know me. “I’m nervous.” His eyes met mine. He gave me a meek smile. Don’t be.
After 100 years or maybe just ten seconds, we decided to go back inside. I kissed him again. As I turned to go inside, as I took my first step, he took my arm and pulled me back in. He kissed me with so much passion that I found it incredibly hard to breathe, and I was okay with that. He put his forehead on mine and we just caught our breath for a few simple moments.
Then, his arm in mine, he said, “I’ve never jumped into this before.” I looked into his beautiful eyes and said, you know, neither have I. “You are so beautiful, and when we were dancing, and you were there.” Then with red faces, dizzy minds, and racing hearts we returned to civilization.
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