Having him standing here is so surreal. After months of just text messages and photos, I was always wondering when I would see him in person. It looks like he’s struggling, trying to hold back from something. His eyes.. it feels like they are staring into my soul. My most vulnerable parts of my soul. Everything else has faded around me. His hand reaches out for mine, his fingers laced with mine. He pulls me in close. His other hand cradles the side of my face.
“There’s no mistaking it now, I love you.” My heart melted as soon as the words came out of his mouth. I rested my head against his shoulder being as close as I can. His fingers brushing through my hair. After awhile he tugs until my head falls back he kisses me with such need. My hands are holding onto his shoulders or else I’m worried I’d fall over. His hand that was laced with my fingers has moved to the small of my back, moving to grip my ass. As soon as I feel that grip I can’t help but moan against his lips.