They tasted like mango. His goddamn lips always tasted like mango. It was his chapstick, I knew that. Every time we kissed, it was left on my lips. I didn't mind, don't get me wrong, I like the taste of mango.

I strolled up next to him, cupping the back of his neck. He turned his head to me, quickly pressing his lips to mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair firmly. He smiled softly, lips moving against my own. I smiled back, my lips slightly chapped against his.

I pulled back, nuzzling my nose against his. “Love you, babe.”
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Motivation: YOU DONT NEED ANY MOTIVATION, DUMBASS. YOUVE WRITTEN KISSING TOO MANY TIMES TO FUCKING COUNT

Song: Kiss You Tonight - David Nail