He tilted my face upwards and he pressed his lips softly to mine. I kissed him back, gently, yet full of meaning. His hands left my waist, one rested itself on the back of my neck, holding my to him, and the other wound carefully in my hair. I pressed my hand on his back, trying to push myself as close to him as I could get, and my other hand, like his, twined itself in his hair.
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