His kiss is softer this time, downright chaste compared to the last one, and I hum quietly against his lips, feeling warm in a way that doesn't have anything to do with temperature.
"Me either," I tell him, bumping my nose against his gently. "I've spent so long imagining this kinda thing, but doing it is just... it's better, really. Than anything I ever could've pictured."
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"Me either," I tell him, bumping my nose against his gently. "I've spent so long imagining this kinda thing, but doing it is just... it's better, really. Than anything I ever could've pictured."