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His palm plants on my lower back

His eyelids flutter together

Slowly, his lips brush mine

My knees go weak

My fingers dig into his t-shirt

It’s a stage kiss

It barely last two seconds

But I still feel it everywhere

Theelse Some taste distinctly Ryan

He unpeels his body fro in that dress, baby”

My cheeks flush

“I want to rip it off,” he stage whispers

I bury my head in his chest

“You wearing anything under that?”

“Maybe,” I stage whisper back