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I wanted to kiss you.

I sat across from you in the hot tub. We were both naked, boiling ourselves on a chilly November night. The gazebo was dark and the moon had long since made it's dance across the night sky. Overhead, Cephus and Casseopeia glittered with twinkling lights.

I wanted to kiss you.

I wanted to slide across the floor of that tub, press my bare breasts against you, and kiss you as if you were the last cool water on earth, and I was dying of thirst.

I wanted to feel my breasts in your hands, your fingers caressing my nipples. I wanted to mirror those hands as they slid down my sides to trace across naked hips, smooth skin rubbing against smooth skin as we kissed and explored.

I wanted to swallow your gasps as I found that hidden jewel and began a teasing dance. I wanted the same intimate waltz.

I wanted my sighs in your ears to sound like choirs of angels singing from heaven.

I wanted to kiss you.