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I think he’d kissed my mouth in all the ways possible by now.

And things had been…more than a little heated between us these past few days. I’d felt a lot of him, against a lot of me. Shirts and pants went pretty quickly at this point too, and so did our hands, roaming up and down, and over and around, grasping, and sliding over, and feeling.

Feeling, feeling, feeling.Catching up for lost time.

Things always stopped there, though. Every time. One of us inevitably and reluctantly hitting the breaks before the other one did.

I honestly wasn’t sure I could handle giving him that part of myself, though, just to watch him soon walk away with it. And I think he felt the same way, too.

So there we were, having slipped back into our clothes for what felt like the hundredth time that week, still catching our breaths. He’d handed me his notebook, and I was slowly flipping through it.

I landed on one mess of a page titled,“Jess,”and looked up at him with wide, surprised eyes.

He nodded with a shy smile, his silentgo ahead.

My heart raced, and my mind spun. I didn’t know what to expect, but I know what I definitely didn’t expect:

I think of kissing her at least twice a day,

or maybe twice an hour,

but give me two seconds of her lips,

and I can fill an hour,

singing about the way

one kiss can reach inside your soul,

can feel brand new yet entirely old,

can fill a hole in your chest

you didn’t know should exist,

until the touch of her kiss,

and the taste of her lips

left me yearning for this.

I stared at the page long after I finished, afraid that if I looked up at Greyson, I’d pounce on him and rip off his clothes and give him everythingI knew we both wanted.

Because there were so many other words on that page, too.

Her eyes show you the stories of her past

she doesn’t want to tell.

And,

I found a future in her smile.

I want to stay there a while.

And,

I don’t want to let her go.