Layla nestled close to his embrace, snuggling her face close to his chest. Her hands roamed over his wide back, wanting to feel every inch of him; wanting to reassure herself that he was real.
"Shh… Everything's fine." His voice felt like heaven. A gentle kiss, she felt in her hair. Breaking away from the embrace, Layla craned her neck to meet his gaze. Those mesmerizing blue orbs were looking down at her with warmth and admiration.
She raised herself further, her eyes never leaving his, she parted her lips and landed on his. Michael parted his lips wide open to offer her entry willingly; he smiled in the kiss, seeing the eagerness in her.
He supported her body, his arms wrapped around her like a shield, enough to protect her from anything. Layla continued to whimper inside the kiss, tears rolling down her eyes, but those weren't tears of sadness.
