Lost With You | 100 Word Story

This story came when I was playing with the word vexillology. It was a hard one to manipulate into a story. I believe I succeeded.

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"I love you."

He watched her mouth form the words, watched her lips move as she said them. The sound of her voice, so familiar, so arousing. He raised his fingers to her face. She closed her eyes as he lifted her chin, as he traced her cheek and lips lightly.

"I love you more."

Her eyes flew open, like he knew they would. He knew every contour of her face, had studied them like a vexillologist with the flag. He knew her body too, every inch. God, wanting her was almost too painful. He swallowed and captured her lips.

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