
Bella. Bella. Bella.
My eyes found her leaning against the back wall she looked sad and depressed, without thinking I ran to her and pulled her into my arms. Our eyes meet just as everyone chanted “one”. I didn’t think about it, I just brought my lips to hers and tasted her. The kiss was passionate and deep, I poured all my love into it. She kissed me back and I could taste her love also, but what else was I tasting. It took a moment for me to notice what it was, because the kiss was so magical, but as we pulled apart I recalled the taste. Whisky.
I looked into her chocolate eyes for an answer, but all that showed was love. She was still lost in our kiss and I really didn’t want to question her about the whisky. I didn’t want my first words to her to be accusations, I wanted her to know how I felt.
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