I settled onto Angelo's couch, wrapping my leg around his waist, giggling softly like I'd done a hundred times before. We've been officially dating for a year now. I can't believe it.
Our bodies pressed close, fitting together as naturally as if we were made for each other. Then his lips found mine again, starting with that slow, soft kiss I loved, but quickly deepening. Hungry and desperate to say all the things words never could.
My fingers tangled into the soft tresses of his hair, pulling him even closer, while his hands traced the curve of my back, grounding me in the moment. Outside the walls of his living room, everything faded away. There was nothing but the warmth of his body against mine, the steady rhythm of our breaths mingling.
His lips left mine, trailing down to my neck, where his gentle kisses made shivers rippling through me. I closed my eyes, savoring the way he touched me. Like he knew exactly how to make me feel seen, wanted and safe all at once.
