For a moment, I think about drawing back again, but the last weeks have been too much of a struggle to fight this small but immensely important gesture. So I decide to let him take hold of my hand and pull me a little closer to him.Intertwining our finders, I can’t help but notice just how perfectly they fit into each other. Simply standing there, looking into each others eyes, while the snow is starting to fall stronger, we share a special moment. No words are needed. It's like in one of these cheese movies where everything is romantic and perfect just for the moment. The longing to kiss him grows again, and his free, very warm hand cups my cheek. Closing my eyes, I want to revel in this moment and lean into his palm. Suddenly, I feel his warm, soft lips land on mine. This time, I don’t fight it. Letting go of my hand, his arm wraps around me, pulling me flush against him, while the other hand is still cradling my jaw. Feeling his warm body pressed up against mine feels sensational
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