"I want to kiss you."

He said before leaning over and putting his lips on mine. For the half a second before he reached me, I hesitated. My stomach did that flip flop thing. I almost backed away.
Then his lips touched mine, and I gave in. Whatever I was afraid of was gone. Nothing mattered because it felt right. It was right because he cares for me.

Kisses should be like that more often.

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