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She didn't pull away.

When I expected her to.

She did the complete opposite.

Her hands grazed the skin.

Down my shoulders.

Before going back to tug my hair.

Every single kiss she left.

Left a soothing burn.

On my lips, face, neck.

Our clothes being absent already.

Made the situation.

A little more real.

She pushed me onto my back.

Trailing butterfly kisses.

Down my neck.

Half of me wanted.

To never stop.

Because it felt good.

But half of me wanted.

To stop and ask.

What the hell she was doing.

Her skin was soft.

Under my fingertips.

Hands were wandering.

I wondered what suddenly.

Caused her change.

Of heart.

Just when things heated up.

She broke away.

Hovering over me.

Staring at me.

And I could see what I thought.

Was sadness in her eyes.

"Vow something to me."

She said.

All too seriously.

"What?"

I was so bewildered.

I could barely concentrate.

"If we do this,

You won't

Fall for me."

I know if I wasn't distracted.

And I was using my brain.

I never would have said vowed that.

Because I already did.

"I vow."

I got it out quickly.

Only focusing on her lips.

She nodded.

That answer seemed.

Good enough for her.

What exactly happened.

Was something beyond words.

But I will leave the details.

Up to your own imaginations.

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