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Perfection

It was 4:00 AM.

For most of the hot, humid summer night the two had been together. Of course, in the beginning, they had been with another pair of teens, they were all good friends. Those other two had called it a night at around 3 though.

These two decided that it wasn’t enough. And who could blame them? If you’ve ever known what it feels like to want, and to be wanted in return, then you would have done the same.

For her, it was the way he always said the funniest, most perfect thing at the right time. For him, the way her hair shimmered when she turned to look at him, and that smile.

Everything was electric. Their fingers would brush, and then gradually link together. Butterflies multiplying in their stomachs. Everything just felt right. Cliche? Yeah, but that’s how it was.

Eventually, their lips met, and the warm, sweet smelling rain came down on the whole city. Even though they were getting soaked and they had definitely missed curfew, they couldn’t have cared less, it was definitely worth it.

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