We Meet Again

A subtle giggle escapes her lips under an awkward gaze.
His tongue clung to the roof of his mouth.
Her lips folded under her teeth.
She tucked her bangs back behind her ear,
and moved closer, pulling him towards her body.
His heart fluttered in his chest.
Her eyes darted to his hands,
chattering his teeth with a whip of a tantalizing swallow
and a blank stare, she kissed his neck.
Redness took control of his face.
Her hands turned cold to the touch.
His warm.
Her lips tasted of strawberry.
His of chapstick.
She stripped his Polo shirt and jeans.
Her skirt zipper jammed.
She yanked it free, shaking it off.
With the grass beneath their body, not even the cold ground cut through the tension, but it broke the ice.

AC

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