《Apartment Below- Partly Dialogue ✔》eighteen
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We park by a forest. The cold October air feels crisp when we exit the car and I can't help but think that he was right when he said that I should bring a coat.
It is now dark and if I were here with anyone other than him I would be freaking out.
"Did you bring me here so you could kill me?" I ask as he unloads the car. A basket and a blanket. He grabs my hand once again and lead me deeper into the woods.
"" He jokes.
We walk in a comfortable silence untill we reach a lake. He puts down the blanket and the basket and starts up a fire.
"" He tells me as he sits down next to me. "" His eyes shine brighter than ever when he tells be about it.
The cold seeps through my coat, I move closer to Blain and rest my head on his shoulder. "" I nod. He excuses himself and takes two thermoses out of the basket.
"" He asks
"Chamomile please." I say, he hands me the cup and sits down next to me yet again.
"When I was a child I used to dream about going to the stars, I would tell my friends about it and they thought I was crazy." I tell him and he raises an eyebrow.
"" He asks with amusement lingering in his voice.
"Everyone else wanted to go to the moon."
"" I look up at him but he is looking straight into the fire.
We keep talking about everything and nothing, he never asks me anything about Emily but when I tell him he listens.
"" He asks and moves closer but I don't think about it we have been doing it the whole night.
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I think about it, I made a bucket list when Emily died but I was eighteen and stupid back then. Nothing on that list matters anymore. It was stupid stuff such as getting so drunk that I won't remember my own name.
"I want to jump out of a plane."
His chest falls up and down as he chuckles. "" I laugh. "I know...How about you?"
He hesitates. He scans my face gaze at my eyes, my nose and lastly my lips.
My heart is pounding in my chest. I can't help but look at his lips as well. They are plump, they are kissable.
"" He whispers, his voice is raspy.
"Then do it."
My eyes flutter shut just as he puts his lips on mine. He kiss is airy light at first. I bring my hand to the back of his neck and pull him closer. His lips fit perfectly on mine. He cups my cheeks with his hands and to soon we pull away.
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THEY KISSED!
How amazing right?!
Hope you liked this chapter. Love you. Xo Thxldx
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