Pt 20

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He presses his body into me as I kiss him, which comes as a surprise to me. BASIL usually reserves his touch, never leaning into me like he did just now.

I oblige, and move myself closer to him as well.

We're sitting on his hospital bed, and he's in my lap, his legs partially wrapped around my waist and partially around my legs. My right hand is on his face and my left hand is in his soft blond hair. His right hand is on my neck and his left hand is around my torso, keeping himself close to me.

He pulls away slowly, only for a second, so both of us can catch our breath's, and I lock eyes with him.

His eyes are a soft teal, and his pupils are big from excitement and anxiety.

The rest of his face is just as cute. His skin is pale, with a slight hint of tan from being out in the sun gardening, and his cheeks are painted with a soft pink blush. He looks at me through thick, dark lashes, like a doll. He looks so innocent, but I am aware that is not the case, and that has me wondering what he will do next.

I get my answer when he pushes himself closer to me, kissing me again. 

It would be painfully embarrassing a friend would walk in on us right now.

(230 words)

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