We kiss for a long time, a good long time. I dont even notice that its cold and I forget to be afraid because thats just how good a kisser he is. His lips move above my lips. My lips ache for the touch of him, the softness of his skin. We keep kissing. My hands wrap themselves in his hair. His hand presses me close into him, as close as I can be against him, and he is solid, strong, amazing. My hands leave his hair and journey down to the sides of his face, still tingling.We should keep going, he says, voice gruff and husky again. I love when his voice sounds like that, deeper than normal. His lips puff out a little more, too. Youre blushing.I pull my lips in against each other like Im still trying to taste him. I move my snowshoes off of his snowshoes. Its tricky.Youre a good kisser, I say.So are you.
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