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Her fingers were icy and reaching out trying to grasp what ever she could, she tugged on the fabric of his shirt, or ran her hands threw his arm tickling his neck. Continuously pulling herself into him planting cold kisses his lips. He could taste her, a little minty and completely addicting. They laid entangled on the couch, clutching one another. His warmth enveloped herm leaving her intoxicated on the sweetness that is him. She's so cold on the outside but there's a fire inside that he's setting off.
"Don't let me go," She says to him softly. His hand is running along her leaving fireworks in their trail.
Kissing her temple he whispers back, "Never." Her wise eyes staring up at him are all he needs to know that even young as they are it's the truth.
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