My fingers gripped his sweaty T-shirt. I kept kissingEagan until he groaned softly in his sleep.I love you, I murmured against his lips.I moved away from him. I forced myself to stand, Igrabbed my guitar case and I left.On the bus, I kept licking my lips; I tasted him, the saltof his sweat, and a hint of cinnamon.
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Themes
- Friendship — Celebrating the bonds of loyalty, trust, and companionship
- Love — Quotes exploring romantic love, compassion, and human connection
- Music — The universal language of melody, rhythm, and harmony