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“Lean towards me?”

She did as I asked and I brought my cheek to hers, before whispering into her ear.

“Keep your head very still.”

She didn’t say anything but her breathing became as labored as mine. I softly kissed her cheek and the library lit up like the fourth of July. Fiery flowers burst like rockets from our table, exploded in the air above our heads, and their remnants misted to the table, chairs and floor beneath us like snow. I felt her anticipation and I know she felt mine. I felt her happiness and I know she felt mine. I felt her longing for more and I know she felt mine.

We sat upright, wide eyed and overwhelmed.

“Do it again,” she whispered.

“Okay,” I happily agreed but when I leaned in and she closed her eyes, prepared for the coming sensation, I stopped.

“You try it,” I whispered. “You’ll like it.”

“Okay, lean into me then.”

I obeyed her and could barely control my laughter. She stilled my head by grabbing my chin and tilting my face and she kissed my cheek softly. The same spirited flames flew above our heads and filled our chests with its sonic boom. We sat up once more, equally as stunned as before.

I had an idea.

“Stand up,” I said.

We scooted our chairs behind us and carefully maneuvered around the corners of the table coming face to face and panting in expectation. We both watched as my right hand link fingers with hers then again with the left, savoring every touch and every feeling, every spark. We looked into each other’s eyes and waited to steady our rapidly beating hearts for fear they’d burst before we’d get the chance to do what we’d waited so long for.

“Stop,” she whispered, trying not to laugh.

“Stop what?” I laughed.

“Stop intensifying how I feel inside. I don’t know how much more I can withstand. We keep trading emotions up and up and up.”

“What do you mean?” I said, nearly bursting with laughter.

“Whenever I show you how I feel, you react to the feeling and vice versa. It keeps magnifying. You’re driving me crazy!”

“Okay,” I said, almost toppling over with happiness.

We let go of our hold on one another and stepped back. Once we caught our breath and stopped laughing for at least a five second stretch, we repositioned ourselves and slowly intertwined our hands once more.

“Let’s start this place on nonexistent fire,” I teased.

“Promise.” She sucked in an excited breath.

We closed our eyes and I placed my feverish mouth to hers. Immediately, violent, zealous flashes of shimmering flames climbed to the furthest point, trailed like rain down the pitched ceiling and spilled down the walls, gathering at their feet pools of fervent, bubbling, silvery liquid electricity before evaporating into nothing.

We pulled away from the magnetic gravity that was our first kiss but kept our hands intertwined. We patiently lingered while our insides came back into our own control.

“That was......”

“The best thing I’ve ever felt and tasted in my entire life,” Jules finished with an intense twinkle in her bright green eyes.

“Exactly. What do you think? Will they all be like that? How about one more for good measure?” I flirted.

She nodded and bit her bottom lip in a smile.

“This time,” I continued, “let me hold your face with my hands.”

We did ‘one more for good measure’ six times. The only reason we had to stop was because I glanced at my watch to see how much time we had to practice. It was approaching seven o’clock and Jules needed to ring her dad to let him know I was taking her to dinner in Charleston and wouldn’t be home until eleven o’clock or so.

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