For Aisling Weaver’s Vanilla Challenge.



I know it from the way he brushes the hair out of my face.

Caresses my arm.  

Scoots closer to me.

Says something only I can hear, something so fantastic, romantic, stupendously thrilling that I can’t not smile.

He laughs.

His delicate features light up when he looks at me.

Holds my hand.

He leans in.

Softly presses his lips to mine.

My heart flutters at first contact.

And that’s how he kisses me.

And it never fails to make me smile.


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