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It was crowded, I remember that much clearly. People looking at the art on the walls or just talking idly to one another. Not the kind of place you expect anything important to happen.
Her lips tasted like mint. It was cool, and refreshing, and wonderful. It felt like everything I'd been doing these past weeks had led up to this moment. I'd anticipated it for so long that when it finally happened it was indescribable. I love her.