You know that you never have to ask. You never have to demand it. And yet, I’ll be right there - a centimeter away - and your whisper’s a soft tremor.
Kiss me…please.
I shiver every time.
“…[s]o I just wanted to say thank you. I’m entirely appreciative of what we have. I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
“Well, it’s strange,” he whispered, calmly.
I mumbled an inquiry against the gentle brushes of his fingers, as they traced my lips. My eyes flickered from the soft scar on his brow, down to his pale gaze.
“Every time I kiss you, it still feels as though it’s the first time. It still gets me.” And as if I was let into some quiet world with that statement, he pulled me in close, his grip tight.
I was safe; electrified.
