Winning My Ex-Crush
I tiptoed to kiss his lips, but he suddenly pulled back.
"Don't," he refused, releasing his arms from around my shoulders.
"Why?" I asked, confused by his sudden change in attitude.
"I told you, I won't be able to stop myself if we go too far with kissing," he said, his face flushing with embarrassment.
"Oh, just a moment. Just a little bit, I promise," I said.
He stared at me intently. "Fine, just a peck," he said.
So that's what I did. I leaned in and gave him a brief kiss on the lips. But perhaps Laird was right, because when our lips met and intertwined, I couldn't let go. Laird's lips were like an addictive drug that left me craving more.
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