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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.
“No.”

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

His face heads my way.
“No.”

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.
“Okay.”




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