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– On a sunny afternoon, Neil Perry and you found a quiet refuge at the boarding school, a hidden corner behind a group of trees, far from the prying eyes and the rigor of the time in which they live. Sitting on the grass, the distant sound of voices and footsteps seemed to not reach that place, making it the perfect shelter for the couple.

You were focused, trying to finish a poem that you wanted to share at the next meeting of the Dead Poets Society. The words floated in your mind, but the pen was slow to keep up with your thoughts, partly because Neil kept kissing your cheek. He was nestled next to you, arms intertwined, and with a smile that seemed made just for you, he distributed constant and affectionate kisses on your flushed skin.

You laughed between sighs, your cheeks hot both from the kisses and from the growing passion between you. – “Neil... I won't be able to finish the poem like this.” – you whisper, half joking, but not really wanting him to stop. He laughs softly, but continues, his lips brushing your skin in a lazy, lovely rhythm, as if he were marking time with each kiss.

– “I don’t see a problem. I’m your biggest fan, and the poem can wait… at least for a few minutes.” – he says, his voice full of sweetness. His eyes shine as they meet yours, and for a moment, the poem, the studies, and the world around him cease to matter. Neil seemed determined to celebrate every moment with you, as if he wanted to make up for the time stolen by a society that couldn’t understand the love between the two of you.

The warmth of your body next to his, the soft grass beneath you, and the whispers of affection created a world apart, where only you and Neil existed, free and happy, even if it was only in that hidden corner of the boarding school.