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Four MinutesFour minutes.Four Minutes by Mondaygirl1113
I stood up, and slid out from under my covers, cringing as my feet hit the cold wooden floor.
I slowly walked over towards his bed, one arm draped over his pillow, the other draped over his head, fingers loosely entwined with those messy spikes. My hear was beating so fast, and so loudly, I was sure it could have woken him up.
I was right next to him now, and even in the early morning sunlight that crept through that one broken part on the blinds that covered the windows, he looked amazing.
I knelt down next to him, and smiled. Even when he was asleep, he looked amazing. The way his mouth was slightly gaping open, the sound of his breathing, deep and even, even how one of his legs would slip out from under the covers, and hook itself around the blankets, everything was right.
'Do I really want to do this?!' My mind asked me in a frenzied panic. 'Wh
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