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The Spotlight was trained on us, fine dust shimmering mystically, raining down in the shaft of light. The hall? It was tossed into silence, the pleasant smell of Hayden filling my greedy nostrils, taking charge of it forcefully.
I felt myself release my tension, as his soft lips caressed mine.
Man, I'm kissing Hayden Marcell.
Is this really true? Am I really kissing Hayden right now? It doesn't feel like it.
But wait, so this is what a kiss feels like.
His mouth was warm, his kiss gentle.
It was nothing like his prickly personality. His tongue didn't invade my mouth, but strangely, I wanted him to cross that border—to go over that line.
I wanted him to actually give me the full experience of a kiss, as dreamy lights seemed to dance behind my closed eyes peacefully.
