[ He meets her halfway this time, kissing her again as his head feels lighter than before. Quicker ones this time. As if he was chasing after her lips all over again as he squeezes her entwined hand in his. The next time he pulls away to speak, two very simple words escape. ]
Me too.
[ He'll stay. He promised he would. He wished for it. ]
'Kay...one more. [ Minute? Kiss? One bleeds over into the other, more just enjoying the feeling and taste of her lips on his. This just turned into warm and fuzzy making out. You won't find him complaining. ]
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Me too.
[ He'll stay. He promised he would. He wished for it. ]
'Kay...one more. [ Minute? Kiss? One bleeds over into the other, more just enjoying the feeling and taste of her lips on his. This just turned into warm and fuzzy making out. You won't find him complaining. ]