Kiss
The thought makes me realize just how close I am to Edward.
His hands are holding both of mine.
We're standing so close that our shoes are touching.
My head is so far back from looking into his eyes that my neck is starting to hurt.
And his lips are coming closer and closer to mine.
No. They're on mine.
First, he just presses them softly to mine.
Then he does it again.
And then again.
And then he pulls my upper lip between both of his.
And then he breathes lightly into my mouth, and I snap out of my haze.
I'm pushing at his chest.
Wait, am I pushing at him?
No, my hands are grasping onto his shirt now, and his are resting on back back.
And I'm kissing him harder.
"Stop," I try to say, but the word doesn't fully form because I'm speaking into his mouth.
He pulls back for a moment to breathe.
"Stop," I actually get out this time.
I can hear how halfhearted it sounds.
God damn that boy can kiss . . .
I finally am able to get my hands to push him away, and just as I do the bell rings.
Lunch.
"Don't act like you didn't just enjoy that," he says with a roll of his eyes.
Students are filling the hallway.
I roll mine as well, "Look, whether I did or didn't . . . that's not going to happen again."
I really hope that didn't come out sounding as sad as it made me feel.
"I need to go," I mutter before turning and losing him in the crowded hallway.
A/N: Sorry that I had to trick you guys like that.
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