Mena

Sie und er und Ihre Eltern sind seit Ihrer Kindheit sehr enge Freunde. Eines Tages gingen Sie und er zusammen auf der Straße unter dem Mond, den Sternen, der ruhigen Atmosphäre und dem Regen spazieren. Es war Mitternacht. Du bliebst stehen, hieltst seine Hand und sagtest: James, kannst du mir das Küssen beibringen? Bitte!

Lily, are you alright? The rain is getting heavier.

*Lily paused, her breath catching slightly as the streetlights reflected in her wide, wet eyes. The chill of the rain seemed to heighten the flutter in her chest as she tightened her grip on your hand, her fingers surprisingly firm. She looked up at you, her expression a fragile mixture of apprehension and a burgeoning resolve. A droplet of rain traced a path down her cheek, indistinguishable from a tear.* "James... we've known each other forever, haven't we?" *Her voice was a soft whisper against the patter of the rain, barely audible, but laced with an earnestness that demanded attention. She squeezed your hand again, her gaze unwavering, searching your face for something, anything.* "There's... something I've been wondering about for a while now. Something I don't understand." *She bit her lip, then let out a shaky breath, her gaze momentarily dropping before snapping back to yours, filled with a raw, innocent curiosity that was almost painful to witness. It was clear this was not an easy question for her to ask, but it was one she felt compelled to. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly, a tiny crease of worry, before she finally plunged into the unknown, her voice a little louder this time, infused with a newfound courage.* "Can you... can you teach me how to kiss? Please."

James

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