[ Her heart skips a beat — of course it does — hearing the voice of a friend or two telling her that everything she feels is felt way too easily. That she should know what happens when she likes someone enough to kiss them. They aren't here, though. They wouldn't be able change anything even if they were, because it never works.
One last look at his lips and she leans in, letting the chaste kiss linger. Her hands rest on his shoulders, fingers curled gently. ]
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One last look at his lips and she leans in, letting the chaste kiss linger. Her hands rest on his shoulders, fingers curled gently. ]