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“Scars”
A short story under 500 words
Our eyes lock onto each other. Her hand rubs my arm. She gives me a warm smile.
“Wassup?” I ask. I don’t mention the stampede of zoo animals in my chest.
She gives me a small shrug. “N-nothing.”
“Can I kiss you?” I force out.
She nods. I lean in. She meets me halfway. My lips softly greet hers. Fireworks go off in my chest. It’s really happening.
Soon, my nerves vanish. We briefly pull away. Her beautiful brown eyes remind me of Hershey kisses. A soft giggle escapes her. I can’t help but smile.
I lean back in. Our lips lock. I feel her arms snake around my neck. She pulls me closer; I scoot into her arms on my worn, black leather couch.
Her tongue slips through my lips, finding mine. They dance as if it’s prom night. I wrap my arms around her waist. My hands rub up and down her back.
We don’t pull away until we need to breathe. Her hands fall to my chest. She tugs at my shirt. “Is this okay?” she asks, hesitating.
I take a deep breath and nod. She grabs the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifts it over my head. Her hands find the two curved scars on my chest from top surgery.
