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It's Pronounced Queen
POSTED ON Mar 17, 2024 20:53:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","henry-booker"] [attr="class","inner"] Henry leaned in slowly, closing in on Camille's lips. He was beyond the point of return and there was no way that he would be able to stop himself. He was sitting somewhere in a space between aching anticipation and realization. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the sea. He wondered if she felt the same in that split second, but all he could see was her yearning face. Was that a signal? On the seaside cliff- like they're both looking down to the ocean and back at each other, their hearts beating as they both leap and then- [break][break] And then, his lips gently touch hers. A nervous splash of tension begins to dissolve into a calm release. The electric charge once felt is quickly replaced with warm waves of bliss and pleasure. A sigh is shared between the two. Henry pulls away for just a moment, exhales while acknowledging the leap they'd taken, and goes back to her for a second kiss. Henry sat there, wrapped in Camille's presence, slowly finding comfort in the rhythm they've built together. [break][break] The world around receded. They were adrift at sea, feeling the dance of each other's heartbeats strong enough to feel like riding a wave. It was serene. He had hoped she felt the same way. [break][break] Their lips parted and he touched foreheads with Camille. Henry's mouth opened as if to say something, but after opening he hesitated, and as soon as they were open, they closed. He sat across from Camille and looked at her longingly while his thumbs rubbing the outsides of her hands. [break][break] camille harte [attr="class","bottom"] [newclass=".henry-booker b"]color: #93785e; font: bold 12px/12px 'Poppins';[/newclass] [newclass=".henry-booker b:before"]content: open-quote;[/newclass] [newclass=".henry-booker b:after"]content: close-quote;[/newclass] [newclass=".henry-booker"]background-color: #594a3e; border: 1px solid #dfd2be; width: 450px; margin: 0px auto; color: #ffffff; font-size: 16px; border-radius: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".henry-booker .inner"]text-align: justify; font: 11px 'Roboto'; padding: 30px; margin: 30px; border-radius: 20px; background: rgba(50,50,50,0.4); border: 4px solid rgba(250,250,250,0.1);[/newclass] [newclass=".henry-booker .bottom"]height: 80px; border-top: 1px dashed rgba(250,250,250,0.3); background-color: rgba(30,30,30,0.5); background-image: url("https://i.imgur.com/NqFc0tE.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center center; padding: 10px 0px;[/newclass] [googlefont=Roboto+Condensed|Roboto+Mono|Poppins|Roboto|Poppins] |
for everyone who knew them, who had grown up with them, it had always been obvious that they were best friends. where one was, you could expect the other one to be. from the very first day they'd met as neighbors in fallarbor, attending the same local schools, and even together as classmates at fallharbor high. they were friends, but camille had never once called him that. 
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