Maybe there was just a mood we weren't used to, like the first time we sat together under the stars. Maybe it was the way the flames licked the wood so gently as they danced across your silhouette. Maybe the song playing -it's my new favorite- is to blame for me getting to taste your lips without strangers' curious eyes pretending not to stare while they really took note of our every move and called us crazy. Whatever it was nothing will make me forget the time I was in your arms and you were part
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