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*As the silence continues around Misty and Kyle, she cant help but be a little thankful for it. So many times words have gotten in the way, so many times the wrong thing has been said at the wrong moment. But not now, the silence rained and it was welcomed. The soft sound of the water crashing on the rocks below, the call of the birds, and even the sound of a boat blowing its whistle in the distince was nice to hear.

Misty's eyes stay locked with Kyle's as his hand reaches up to her face. The soft gentilness, the warmth is offered, it felt good. Misty can feel herself leaning her head into his hand as if giving her silent ok.

Closing her eyes Misty can feel herself being draw into Kyle, moving closer and closer to him. Was this crazy, Misty wasn't sure, but she certinly new she dident hate it.

Opening her eyes once again she is inches from Kyle's face. Being close enough to feel his breath on her face she just looks into his eyes. Searching, not knowing if Kyle wanted this, if he would willing take another kiss Misty dident want to cross the line. So inches away Misty just searchs his eyes, looking for the answer to her question.*