The Death of Me
My words were choppy and rough, barely audible, "For one last time.."
He exhaled heavily but he still held me close. One arm left my body and I felt him edge backward just a little bit. Like a caress, he trailed his fingers along the line of my jaw, lifting a line of goosebumps in its wake, before he hooked it under my chin and lifted it up, so I can meet his gaze. His thumb ran over my lower lip, his eyes on mine, "Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice a mere whisper, "For one last time.." He added, bringing his mouth a centimeter from mine.
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