the intrepid greta d. l. catchlove (![]() ![]() |
She sighed dramatically. "No, you're right, entirely too much talking." And pulled his head down the short distance between their mouths.
This added to the bittersweet turnings of leaving school; no more classes, but no more friends on a daily basis. The chance to grow up, but having to do it all on your own. And Greta didn't really think she'd find someone so willing to lock lips with her for quite a while and it almost hurt that this was probably the last time they'd ever do this. Not that he really even cared for her in the slightest, she presumed, and she couldn't really say that it hurt or that she was surprised.
Although the thought of plummeting to any sort of death, even in jest, turned her stomach slightly, so she just kissed him harder.
This added to the bittersweet turnings of leaving school; no more classes, but no more friends on a daily basis. The chance to grow up, but having to do it all on your own. And Greta didn't really think she'd find someone so willing to lock lips with her for quite a while and it almost hurt that this was probably the last time they'd ever do this. Not that he really even cared for her in the slightest, she presumed, and she couldn't really say that it hurt or that she was surprised.
Although the thought of plummeting to any sort of death, even in jest, turned her stomach slightly, so she just kissed him harder.
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