[For a second she thinks her heart's going to stop when he actually goes out of his way to find her lips and kiss her too, but then it settles that they're... actually kissing... And somehow, she can't help but feel happy from it. Here she was, kissing the boy she loved as happy as can be. What was there for her to complain about? Her previous nervousness turns into a sort of fluttering feeling in her stomach, but it's not unpleasant, not at all.
So she kisses him back, gently placing her hands on his shoulders as she closes her eyes as well. The way his lips feel against hers, the feel of his warmth underneath her hands--it's like everything in this single moment is absolutely perfect. All she can think about is how much she loves him.]
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So she kisses him back, gently placing her hands on his shoulders as she closes her eyes as well. The way his lips feel against hers, the feel of his warmth underneath her hands--it's like everything in this single moment is absolutely perfect. All she can think about is how much she loves him.]