“What?” I ask, admiring him with a breathless desire to recreate our kissing scene on the stone bridge. “No tie?”
“Don’t need it,” he says softly, the same desire clearly on his mind.
He steps towards me and moves me against the wall, placing his lips gently on mine. I take over, placing my hands behind his head and right through his hair, laying my lips against his with thousands of kisses, falling into a moment of bliss from which I never want to return.
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