He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my hea — Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window

He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my hea — Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window

He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my hea — Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window

He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my hea — Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window

He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my hea — Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window

He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing, but not from the usual fear I had. It was because I wanted to kiss him

— Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window

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