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They kiss slow and soft at first, getting used to the way their lips feel meshed together, to the way their noses slightly bump against each other, making them smile as they try to find the perfect tempo to match their erratic heartbeats, to match the way their bodies move together to the rumbling and thundering of the world outside.
And when they do, it feels like the rush before the storm.
(or: Jordan and Lydia seek shelter from a snowstorm.)
Love the story, so sweet. I urge you to read it and leave kudos !