There was definitely a spark, just not a fiery, desperately urgent one. It started slow, a warm swell that spread from her center out to her extremities. Like being wrapped in a cozy blanket by familiar trusted hands that knew just what to do. You see, she hadn't been kissed by a man that she liked in a very long time. And she had liked this particular man for years. She was beginning to see him in a way that she had never considered before. It felt like home in the sense that home isn't merely a location, but also an emotion. This kiss was the X marking the spot at the end of one journey where another was beginning to take shape. While she felt no rush to proceed on this new path, she knew she was ready to embark. The question remained, was he?
*This is what a bad romance novel does sound like.
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