14 March 2013

The moon lit up the cobbles like he lit up her world. There they stood, so close but yet so far away. His hand in her hand, palms sweaty with anticipation of what was to come. Neither of them had ever done this before, they were stepping into unknown territory. As he slowly placed his hand on the nape of her neck, a rush of excitement passed through her. She tilted her head up, looking into his chocolate brown eyes expectantly. He leaned forward, and so did she. Their lips met and intertwined in a rush of passion and ecstasy. This was a night to remember.

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