PEYTON'S POV
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I kick my feet against the floor and I come up for air , not a clue how long I have been under and the way Miles was reaching towards me , I almost let him kiss me . His face came closer as we tried to stand under , but as he was barely an inch away , I came up .
I don't need him to change my mind . He comes up , closer than ever and as my chest heaves , my lips agape as my eyes trail over his soaked hair that's sticking to his forehead . He lifts his hand , raking his fingers through his hair and I stare at his biceps . They're like mountains , rock solid mountains which I would gladly climb .
Peyton , stop it .
" Kiss me ." he mutters seductively and I forget to breathe . Kiss him ? Is he crazy ?
I mean it's kind of inviting , but I can't go there . Can I ?
Maybe
