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Cupped Cheeks

“Kiss me. Right now. I dare you.”
His eyes smiled with confidence.

His cupped hands around my face strengthen around my cheeks.

He’s illogical.
“You’re just procrastinating this. Kiss me.”

His face heads my way.

I wanted him to mean it.
“Not now.”

His hands drop.
“Not now? So we are in the future?”

Oops. My face reddens.
“Uh, I didn’t mean it like that.”

His dark eyes were of angels. He smiled even bigger.

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