As his hand
pulls away from my shoulder, I feel a magnetic pull towards him. I suddenly
feel like I need to get away from him. It’s not out of fear for my life, but
for fear of doing something I shouldn’t. Like kiss him. “Sam,” my name escapes
from his mouth again. My gaze drops to his mouth. He puts a finger under my
chin and tilts my head up to his. I feel like I’m drugged or under a spell. I
can’t pull away. My breathing stills and I look up into his eyes. Is he playing with me? He abruptly lets
me go. I don’t know what to make of the sudden movement. He clears his throat
and steps back. “I believe my art class is this way.” He points in the opposite
direction of my chemistry class. I nod my head and turn to go to class. I don’t
bother looking back. I feel sort of embarrassed. I can’t believe I almost
kissed him.
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