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       It dawned on him that his wedding day was approaching which is why the inevitable ending to his own relationship needed to be done carefully tomorrow but break ups never were easy as there was no such thing as a relaxed break up. Already feeling like a monster as the thought of hurting someone caused Greg to feel emotionally unhappy chest convulsed causing the corner of his mouth to twitched needing to calm himself down as it was difficult to breath. Coping with the burden of breaking it off swallowing the lump in the back of his own throat, lips hovered over her cheek becoming deeply infatuated as hands firmly graced over her own hips soft brown hues gazed onto her eyes inching in close as Greg felt compelled to stay. Placing hand trailing down her soft cheek, lips then met her own giving her a soft kiss as lips slowly moved with her own tasting her lips before pulling away sighing. It was incredibly wrong to do this but the kiss felt relaxing.” I feel a little better but I should not have kissed you.” Saddness exhudes through mannerisms biting down on lower lip forehead pressed against her own both hands gracing her slender shoulders fingers ghosting across fabric of her own  dress as Greg was hunched forward unable to stop himself sucking on her lower lip moving hand to the back off her own neck - other hand rested on the side of her own body pushing firm body against her own nose bumped against her own, lips brushed lightly over her own lips.” Do you want this?” Whispering against her lips thankfully they were alone behind closed doors as he was subjected to desire & lust.
   Ashleigh was completely enthralled in him; his scent and how it warms her from the inside out. She wants to be closer, so she steps into him until there’s next to no space between them. His lips are warm, welcoming and she wants to keep kissing him, is disappointed when he pulls away. “Don’t,” she shakes her head slowly, hating herself for encouraging this. For wanting him to keep kissing her. “You can-- you can kiss me all you want to, Greg,” she whispers, nibbling at her lower lip as she tips her head back, peering up at him. His hands feel wonderful smoothing over her frame, heat permeating her skin through the thin material of her dress. “Yes,” she agrees with a whimpering nod, pressing closer as she lifts herself up onto her tip toes to kiss him full on the mouth. Deepening it with a brush of her tongue to his lower lip, her small hands gripping at his shoulders.














