I don't claim to be a professional writer, I scraped through highschool english and didnt do much better in college.
We find a clean spot and sit down close to each other. The air is fragrant with from the nearby blossoming tree. You take trying to loop your arm through mine, but you have to force your hand through as I keep my arm tightly against me. Your gaze is upon me, I can feel it but choose not to return the glance. You rest your head on my shoulder and we sit comfortably for a moment. Soft lips connect with my neck and I pinch my face against my shoulder. Access denied. Shimmying your face in the gap you start to break through and I shift over, putting distance between us before you're able to land lips on my neck again and breaking the arm link that was formed against my will. Glaring at you, you move away, frusterated. I stare forward into the distance. Momentarily, my eyes close and suddenly your body slams into mine, tackling me down to the bench.
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