Flash Fiction: May 20, 2015

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“We can’t.” I whisper as he moves closer to me.

“Who is here to stop us.” His words whispering against my lips.

“What if someone sees us?” All thoughts of anyone finding us left my head when his lips touched mine.

The kiss started feather soft before he deepened the kiss. I found myself lost to the feeling of his lips on mine.

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