Chapter Eight

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I felt so small, yet, protected in his warm embrace. We both swayed to the music at a slow-pace. I felt like I was in a dream that I never wanted to end. It was pure bliss to be in his arms. I could feel his beating heart, which yet, beat in a harmonious tandrum with mine.

Skye lifted my face up to his, his fingers lovingly under my chin. Our eyes met in a captivating gaze. Slowly soon, our lips met too. His lips were warm and tender, soft and enticing, against mine.

I felt myself melt in his arms. His kiss seared my soul in its red-hot brand. Our lips moved in perfect harmony; tasting, probing and exploring the sweetness of our honeyed mouths. I felt like I surely was in heaven, for how can one's lips taste so excruciatingly sweet?

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