I wasn't sure who pulled from the kiss first, but after it, none of us said anything. We just stared and smile. His fingers were linked with mine.
We realized there was nothing to talk about. We both knew it felt so right.
Everything was alright.
As long as I had his hand on mine.
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He Left Me Alone
Teen FictionHis name was Logan McHale. And i didn't know why he left me alone. Short Story #171 (06/28/2014)