A hand glides around your waist. You feel their body come closer
to yours. Hot breath caress your collarbones and their chill
hands softly touch your warm skin. Their body pressed against
yours, a conflicting meeting of warmth and coldness. And then,
before you realize it, your lips meet theirs, soft and
warm.
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You're sitting on a blanket in an open field, the darkness of
the sky keeping you from seeing too much detail. But you know
they're next to next to you. You feel them wrap their arms
around your waist and them set their head on your shoulder. Their
breath warms your ear and you smile. You turn your head slightly
and thy line up with you. You rest your forehead on theirs. They
lean foreward and your lips meet in the
moonlight.
