[It's already too late. They'll never be finished with what they've started. Even if he kisses her now, here when it's supposed to be over, it won't be some final hurrah that will suddenly mark an ending to what's transpired.
No, all it will mark is the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another when the story should have already been cut short. When he should, could get up and walk away.
But he doesn't.
Instead he breathes her in, takes in the way her fingers feel against his skin, the way her heart beats against his chest. Instead he finally dips inwards, finally closes that last bit of space between them. Finally let's his lips brush against hers, soft and barely there, but it's enough for something to spark. Something deep and undeniable and he's knows they both know it's there.]
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No, all it will mark is the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another when the story should have already been cut short. When he should, could get up and walk away.
But he doesn't.
Instead he breathes her in, takes in the way her fingers feel against his skin, the way her heart beats against his chest. Instead he finally dips inwards, finally closes that last bit of space between them. Finally let's his lips brush against hers, soft and barely there, but it's enough for something to spark. Something deep and undeniable and he's knows they both know it's there.]