Whitney Writes…

They ran down the street, their footsteps echoing against the cobbles. Their hearts were racing, pounding in their chests as they pressed themselves around a corner and into a bricked alcove. The lights from the street behind them twinkled brightly, casting shadows across one another’s faces. Their hands brushed, their fingers slowly intertwining as they leaned closer to one another. Their lips brushed, touched, locked.

It was electric.

It was a rush.

Inktober 2023, Prompt #30: RUSH