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I'm shaking from the inside.
It's as if there's a force between us pushing and pulling at the same time.
Pure torture.
Our hands sit awkwardly close.
The urge to hold yours is unbearable.
I thought we were "just friends".
Your eyes meet mine.
Beautifully hazel and filled with as much desire as mine.
I bashfully look away.
The magnetic force is growing stronger now.
My cheeks flush crimson as your pinky lightly brushes my hand.
Was that an accident?
My heart beats faster.
I scoot closer.
Your hand slides up my arm, caresses my shoulder, wraps around my neck and pulls me in.
No accident.
My body heaves into you like an ocean wave.
Your lips crash into mine parting them with your tongue.
I let instinct take over.