So instead, you stared forward, jaw tight, afraid to look at her and see everything you wanted too clearly. She, of course, noticed. “You don’t have to be so scared,” she said softly. You turned to meet her gaze. She was closer now, eyes warm, steady. “I’m not,” you whispered. Her smile was quiet. Confident. “Good,” she breathed. “Then kiss me.” So you did. And the moment her lips touched yours all that tension melted into something softer.
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