"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, slightly leaning in and passed his tongue lightly over his bottom lip. His hooded electric eyes traveled to mine, but he didn't make a move. He waited. Waited for consent. Consent. My breath hitched. He had no idea how long I was waiting for this question, yet my body refused to move. My pulse thudded in my ears, heart rate rapidly increased, and my lungs demanded more oxygen. Consent. I pushed more space between us, my hands falling limp beside me. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking away, hurt stretched over his face. I panicked, the sound of inconsistent, yet heavy breathing filled the space between us. I was scared. What was happening to me? Consent. It's exactly what I needed, yet I froze.
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