Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
“You should come over after.” His fingers slowly thread with mine. “What if I came over before midnight…?” My eyes spring to his, eyebrow arching. “Wouldn’t that look sort of… suspicious? Leaving a New Year’s party at your own dorm before midnight…” He shrugs, playing with my fingers. “But what if the person I want to kiss at midnight is somewhere else…?” Staring into his eyes, I’m lost for a moment in the blurred spots of mossy green that blend into the amber. They’re like a palette of paint I could dab a brush into, and make a special color just for him. My chin bobs in a captivated nod.
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