My Best Friend's Son
This was well needed.
He gazed at me, moving the hair from my face, he leaned down kissing my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then finally my lips. He pressed his forehead against mine as we closed our eyes taking in the moment, our breath mixing between us. I slowly opened my eyes to meet his gazing back at me. He moved his head, rubbing his nose with mine, giving me an Eskimo kiss.
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