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Kiss 4


Their hands were warm. He gripped on tight. A little bit like the way he tried to hold onto his reality. He stroked her arm. He closed his eyes.

He slowly stood up, she was still resting on his back, he moved slowly, he moved slowly round and faced her. They faced each other.

She didn’t want to rely on him for anything and hated it when she did, but the one thing she could rely on him for was to kiss when she most expected him to. Her feet were cold and she could hear the rain outside, the windows rattled a little bit like her heart. She denied herself the luxury of knowing that she enjoyed his lips.

ZoZo 🌙

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