I put my loose piece of hair behind my ear.
My face turning pink from shyness. That is
what the guy on the otherside of the room
was waiting for. He comes and stands on the
side of me. He wispers something into my ear,
I turn to look into his eyes. He holds out his
hand. I hesitate to put my hand in his. I finally
decide to try. He pulls me close, and wraps his
arms around me. Then that was the first time I
knew that I was in love, by the way he kissed me,
soft, but feirce at the same time. Both hunger
for more. Finally we break apartIm still in his arms,
I lay my head on his shoulder. He brushes my hair
with his hand.
That is when I knew I found what I was looking for.
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