Arty didn't know how his hand ended up holding Abigail's, or how his fingers gently caressed the small of her back as they slow danced, but he didn't really care.
He enjoyed holding her. He enjoyed the way she tucked her small, but delicate, face into the crook of his neck, her warm breath cascading onto his skin.
"Arty." He felt colder air hit his neck as Abigail pulled back and looked up at him.
"Yeah?" Arty smiled down at her, his heart leaping when she smiled back.
"I'd like to kiss you."
Arty let her kiss him.
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Short Story"lol u there?" "Use proper grammar." "no u" "Ugh." Arty can't stand that he has to be in a project with all around quirky girl, Abigail. He hates her, with a passion. Arty knows Abigail is smart, that's why she's in Arty's Advanced Calculus. When th...
