They're so close.
So close.
She can smell his breath; cinnamon
From the roles she had made him.
Heart thumping in her chest.
They're so close; and they're moving closer.
And her eyes flicked closed.
And her breathing is heavy, but she settles herself.
Because she wants this, she wants this so much.
And the wait is excruciating, as she's unsure.
She can feel his nervousness mix with her own
But, the wait; good lord, the wait.
Her mind echoes her thoughts, until they are so close, it's just about.
Kiss me.
Kiss me.
K i s s m e.
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Rachel M
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