Kyss Mig -

The Almost Kiss

Elin laughed. “Yes. Gröt . My brain is also gröt .” kyss mig

They packed up their things in comfortable silence. As they walked out of the library, the autumn air was crisp. Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. The Almost Kiss Elin laughed

The clock struck 10 PM. Elin stretched her arms over her head and yawned. Marco looked up from his laptop, his eyes soft. kyss mig

Marco’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Then he smiled. He leaned in. And he kissed her.

“We should probably stop,” he said. “My brain is turning into… what’s the Swedish word for porridge? Gröt ?”