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She saw his gaze drop and she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss |
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Marco slightly reluctantly let her, still smiling slightly as he snaked his hand up into her hair, pushing her back slightly. |
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She pulled back " sorry" she looked down |
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"No, no you're fine." He said hurriedly, taking his hands off her quickly. |
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" well you pulled me back so I didn't think you wanted to kiss or even liked it" |
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"No-That's not what I meant," He sighed, remembering why his friends nicknamed him. "Forget I did that, I do want to kiss you," |
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"It's nothing," He reassured, wrapping his arm back around her. |
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" it's something " she felt his arm around her |
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"It's just a thing with my friends, and as of right now it's not important." Marco reassured again, his hand on her arm. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
