We could call it love?

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He sneaked upon her, right to her neck. She hadn't realised he was there. His cool, sweet scented, breaths brought the hair on the back of her neck to stand. Yet, she still didn't notice. She turned around but did not gasp, the expression on her face was neither happy, sad or angry. She stared at him, like she was the cheetah and he was the lion. He suddenly felt tiny. She got as close as possible to him, her nostrils now flaring. What was wrong with her? What had he done? He only sneaked upon his loving, caring girlfriend, well she was his loving, caring girlfriend this morning anyway. Neither of them moved. All that was moving was the beat of their chests, all that was  heard was the sound of each others heartbeat. But what he didn't know was that she wanted him, she wanted him so badly that she'd do anything. While he was feeling afraid that he'd hurt her feelings and she had somehow gotten upset by his actions - she wanted him all the more. Just when he was going to say something, she lifted her arm, she wrapped it around his neck and kissed him passionately. Before he knew it, they were making up for whatever happened. Nobody had said anything, but when she finished kissing him she said,2

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"I don't know what that was,"4

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"I know..." He said.6

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"What?" She asked, curiously.8

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"We could call it love?" He said, grinning.10