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Oct 2014
The scruff on his face tickles against my lips.
The only sound I hear is our unsteady breath,
In and out.
His fingertips send small rushes of heat throughout my entire body.
It was a crush.
Small giggles and holding hands.
His arms wrapped around me as I lean into him.
It was a crush.
And now it's much more.
Rose Amberlyn
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