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The kiss is slow, his mouth tasted of red wine and a hint of the broth from earlier, I knew my mouth tasted the same. I kiss him back, matching his pace, my eyes which shut the second his lips met mine, peel open as the kiss came to a slow but tantalizing halt.

His own eyes remain shut as he rests his forehead on mine, I watch as he let out a big breath before speaking