Love Me Not, Mr. Snow
She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
With the tenderness of a first kiss, I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. The kiss deepened, our bodies moving closer, the space between us disappearing, as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer.
Our lips moved in sync, the kiss growing more passionate, more intense. Her hands found their way to my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the desire that matched my own.
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