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Your slightly chapped lips are hesitant, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. I cup your chin and tilt your head so I can deepen the kiss.

I won't lie and say I've never thought about a moment like this.

Back when you were with Makenna and things were just starting with Sam, I selfishly considered giving in, but I'm no homewrecker, and I don't condone cheating. You seemed happy with her, and I tried to find my happiness with the wrong guy.

But don't most people have to go through at least a couple of terrible relationships to get to a good one? Cause I think you and I could be a good one. A great one.

You squeeze me tight when our tongues meet for the first time. Your mouth is better than I dreamed it would be.

I don't know how long we sit in your truck, making out like a couple of teenagers, before some dick knocks on the hood, and we break apart with a gasp.

"You realize you're in public, don't you?" the crotchety old man asks.

You chuckle, let me go, and lean out the open window.

"Sorry, but look at her. Can you blame me?"

I blush tomato red when he smiles and shuffles off. You peck my lips two times before jumping out of the truck.

I try to catch my breath as I watch you grab the tank and head inside. My lips tingle, and there's an ache between my thighs.

While you stand in line, you send winks and make funny faces when our eyes meet.

The cashier looks dazed when you smile at her, and I can relate. You dazzle me all the time. You'd think that over time I'd grow immune to your charms, but that can't be any further from the truth.

As time has passed and things have changed, so have your smiles. Right when I think I'm getting used to one, you go and surprise me with another.

I'm not complaining or anything.

I'm just slowly realizing that we might share the same feelings.