Samantha
Mark's eyes remind me of a random clearing in the forest that has nothing but green grass. His eyes are brighter though, and they do shine brighter than anything I have ever seen.
I lean forward and press my lips against his. His hand quickly grabs my neck and the kiss deepens. My lips move against his while his tongue dances in my mouth. He tastes of peppermint with a touch of rosé, it's his favorite, after all. The kiss is sweet and feather touch not all what I expected, though I can't quite clearly state what it is I expected from the kiss.
I pull away, “ You are the only one I like, Mark,” I whisper as I press my forehead against his. My breath comes out in short pants. I am still bewildered that Mark and I shared a kiss. I never once expected that it would happen.
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