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→ send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse [ not accepting ]❤ = kissing them .
Two months. Sixty days. One thousand four hundred and fourty hours. Those numbers do not count for the amount of times that he has wanted to kiss his beloved to make up for all the lost hours, minutes even. He grabbed the latter by the wrist and pulled her into his embrace, using his other hand to cup her cheek and look into her eyes. “We need some rain or something so this kiss could be more dramatic,” he laughed out loud, relaxing into the touch as he pinched her cheek gently. Although Elias was the type to always ruin the cutest moments with his dumb antics, he truly did mean it when he said things like ‘I love you’ or ‘You mean the world to me’. With the swift movements of his limbs, his lips pressed against hers in a chaste kiss. It was gentle and sweet, not like the other times when he would kiss her out of boredom or hormones. It was a kiss that showed his love for her. A kiss that held the eighty-six thousand, four hundred minutes that he has spent loving and cherishing her.