With his arms wrapped around her body, the cold air stinging her lungs and a street light bathing them in an orange glow, she couldn't help but find this a perfect night. They both knew it was way past her curfew, but she didn't care anymore. Her heart wouldn't let her move her arms from his waist. His heart beat in her ear kept her hypnotized.
She felt as if she was flying, as they swayed back in forth under the moonlight, in total silence. She felt so warm in his arms even though the cold was surrounding them. She felt light headed, not from the cold but from the rush of being there. He ran his hand down her spine, sending chills throughout her body. She closed her eyes and bit her lip hard. All she wanted was to kiss him.
In his grasp, she began to panic again, and uttered those little words that drove them both insane, "What time is it?"
He looked at the time, and saw she was two hours past her curfew. She was in near tears as she told him, unwilling, that she had to go. She wrapped her arms around him tight and refused to let go. In the end she did.
As they picked up their bags, he hugged her and before he let go, he kissed her. Fluttering was sent all throughout both of them. His lips were perfect to her in everyway. She couldn't believe what just happened.
He walked her to the bus stop, and they both wished she didn't have to go. As the bus approached he sent the fluttering throughout her again. She went home, with his kiss still burning on her lips.
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