The Selection

"One can never being born into perfeçtion" I whispered.
He came close wrapping an arm around my waist so that we faced. His nose tickled mine he ran his so gently it seemed he was afraid I would break.
"No,I don't suppose you can," he breathed.
With his holding my face towards his he lowered his lips to mine and gave me the faintest whisper of a kiss.
Something about the tentativeness of it made me feel beautiful. Without a word I could understand how excited he was to have this moment , but then afraid at the same time. And deeper then any of that, I sensed that he adored me.

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