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EMILY’S POV.
When John kissed me, it had been a really weird feeling. Even if I had long forgotten what it felt like to be kissed by him, my lips remembered—the shape of his lips. The tenderness, the gentleness.
I couldn’t help having flashes of the numerous times we kissed. The people seemed quite interested in watching us kiss, and just when I began to get frustrated of the kiss, and the unexpected rising feelings; Lucas floated into my mind.
We had kissed that night when we first met, and it had been full of sparks. Again we had kissed in front of the water, on Sadie’s school trip. Both times had been something beautiful.
Kissing Lucas had butterflies roaming in my belly, and it was funny that I was thinking of kissing him, while being kissed by John. John released me, and I di
