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It isn’t his kiss that draws me in, as tender as his lips are.
The world suddenly fades out of view, and how my heart quickens in anticipation. When our breaths hitch softly as we lean in, I notice a faint, endearing blush blooming on his cheeks. Every nerve on my body seems to tingle as he holds my gaze with gentle eyes that whisper his love without words. One arm holds my waist securely while the other tilts my chin and embarrasses me with his reverent gaze. At the risk of sounding- oh dear- clichéd, my insides melt when I realise he’s searching my face to see if I reciprocate his feelings. Where his hands move to cup my face, bringing me closer, caressing my warm cheeks with the strokes of his thumbs, he leaves a path of heat. Be it butterflies or moths, something does happy, energetic flips and flutters in my abdomen. I can’t explain why, though my legs tremble, they still find the strength to hold me up as I find myself on tip-toes. As our bodies decide oxygen precedes this multitude of sensations and emotions in importance, we reluctantly pull away from one another and he rubs his neck apologetically for getting caught up in the moment.
It’s the way afterwards, I feel his smile against my fingertips and see the lights in his eyes dance when I’ve shown him how I feel.
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