our love of life and tension

She closed that last tiny gap he had left her. Leaning in towards him, and then her lips were on his. Her touch was like a fire across his skin, and he gasped slightly, surprised - no, astonished - at the sudden course of events. Even if he had sorted of helped them along a little. She was Hazel. His flatmate. His best friend. She wasn’t a girl, or at least not just a girl. Or maybe he had forgotten that she was a girl. But he remembered now. Oh boy, did he remember.

Hazel was pulling away first, and he found himself wanting more. It was like a whole new world had opened up before him. He hadn’t even thought, hadn’t even imagined. But then she turned her head away from him. Like she couldn’t look him in the eyes. Did she regret it already? Had it been a mistake? It hadn’t felt like a mistake. He grabbed the bottle, and greedily sipped at it. Trying to burn away the sudden fear flowing through his veins. What had he done? Had he ruined everything?

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