One. You look into my eyes.
Two. You hold my hands and smile.
Three. You lean on me and rub your nose.
Four. We are too close.
Five. I breathe in your aroma, this connection is beyond soma.
Six. You whisper something in my ears.
Seven. It was all I wanted to hear.
Eight. You rub your lips on my cheek, is it the beginning of a kissing streak?
Nine. Your lips hover around my lips, your lips tempting mine to kiss.
Ten. I blush at that thought.
Eleven. You giggle at the same spot.
Twelve. You close my eyes with your hand.
And thirteen. Lips on lips mark the end.

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