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I am Ceirra

I was so confused. On one hand, I liked him. I really, really liked him. On the other hand, he was a jock, and I didn’t know anything about them. I mean, was this something they typically do and he was really just interested in you-know-what? My head hurt from thinking.
“Ceirra,” he said quietly, “Do you want to go on a date with me?”
I bit my lip, turning to look at the dashboard. He reached out, pulling my chin back to face him. His gaze was intense, his blue eyes blazing with a sharp sparkle I’d never seen in them before. My breath caught, and before I realized it, I’d said yes.
He smiled, “Me too.”
He leaned forward, kissing me again. One hand twined itself in my hair, while his other hand reached around my waist and lower back. I began to feel dizzy as his lips moved against mine, the minty sweetness clouding my brain. When we finally broke apart I was gasping for breath. He chuckled, “I’ll pick you up at 6 then?”
I nodded and stumbled out of the car. He was still smiling as he drove away.

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