C85 Minutes

Andrius

Amia leaned in. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes closed, and her plush pink lips were begging me to close the distance. I inched forward, stopping myself from doing just that. Instead, I memorized the freckles dusted across her nose. Lifting my hand, I placed my finger in front of her lips. They spread and when she realized I wasn’t kissing her, her eyes flashed open