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and sighed at the sweet fragrance and blissful warmth that wafted over my face.   I leaned in closer to breathe in the intoxicating aroma, allowing the tip of my nose to brush his, wanting that slight contact to draw out a reaction.
    When nothing happened, I decided to tempt fate.   I leaned in and lightly pressed my lips against his, feather light and soft.   I took his lack of rejection as a positive sign, and applied my lips to his with more pressure, rubbing them against the heavenly friction that his offered.   I knew I was dangerously close to overstepping the limitations Robert had set, but at that moment, I didn’t care.   I only cared about the heat that traveled from the point of contact between our lips to the sheets that hid my trembling knees.
    How incredibly simple it all was.   You read about passionate encounters involving enormous amounts of movement and contact, see the visions displayed in movies and on television, and yet, the simple act of pressing my lips against Robert’s was enough to scorch my skin, and light my entire body on fire.   My breathing quickened and my heart galloped at an unhealthy pace as I realized that though I had meant to lure Robert into my dangerous game, I had been the one who had been caught.
    I pulled away, sinking back down his chest, the dizziness nearly drawing forth a faint from me, and smiled at my own foolishness.   I attempted to take a breath to calm myself, but the force of Robert’s strong hands at my face pulling me back up towards his lips sent every nerve ending in my body shooting out towards him, hungry for whatever he was about to give to me.
    As his lips pressed against mine with force and clear intent, I whimpered.   This was like no kiss we had shared before.   It was as though he were a starving man, and the only sustenance he could find came from me in the form of kisses I was only too willing to give to him.   My fingers thrummed with feeling as they tangled in the silk of his hair, while he covered my top and bottom lips with tiny kisses that each felt like a thousand little bursts of flame on my skin.   He planted soft kisses in the corners of my mouth, and sighed at the excess of it all.
    I could feel the blood start to leave me when once again, his lips pressed against mine with a firmness and a conviction like I had never experienced in him before.   I pulled him towards me even as I leaned down, the urge to never break contact with his mouth blocking out anything that might argue to the contrary.
    But I couldn’t block out the strength of the divine.   With a ragged cry, as though it physically hurt him to do so, Robert tore his mouth away from mine, his hands curled into strong knotted fists at his sides, his breathing erratic, his chest rising and falling like a stormy sea that mimicked my own.
    “Why?” I breathed, gasping for air that didn’t seem like enough, that couldn’t fill that need I knew only he could.   “Why did you stop?”
    He turned away from me, his mouth pulled tight with a pained expression.   You know why.
    I grunted.   “I only know what you want to tell me.   There’s more to this than you’re letting on, Robert.”
    His gaze returned to mine and I could see the physical pain in his eyes now.   I felt the sudden ache in me as I recalled the last time I had seen such agony in his face, and felt more confused than ever before.   “You’re not…going to die if you kiss me…are you?”
    I breathed a sigh of relief when he snorted, a good sign during awkward moments like this.   “Well then tell me what is wrong with the two of us doing something as simple as making out?”   I grimaced at the sound of my voice saying those last two words.   How cheesy it sounded.   Making out was something you did with a part-time prom date.
    Robert was my soul mate.   He was the other part of me.   There was just no getting around it, and I had cheapened it with that make out comment.   I placed my head