Andrew's POV
I felt her knee bump against mine as she breathed the words "I want to kiss you." I gulped in surprise.
Her hand wiped my tears softly, moving down the to caress my cheek. Then her lips met mine.
Passion. Soft lips. Slowly. Hunger. Thirst. Tongue. All those words ran through my head as I tangled my hands in what I felt was her hair. If only I could see her face when she pulled away from me.
Were her eyes filled with lust? Did her cheeks turn red with embarrassment?
"That was...nice..." I mumbled, scared of being the first to speak.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just caught in the--"
I cut her off by finding her hand and squeezing it softly. I swear I could hear her smile.
"It's OK. I enjoyed it."
"You did?"
"Yes."
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Short StoryWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL A boy and a barista fall in love.
