The moment his lips touched mine, time froze the world around us melted away. Leaving only the thrum of my heart and the whisper of his breath it was as if the universe had been waiting for this kiss, the spark that ignited a fire within me.
I felt alive, like I'd been living in black and white and suddenly stepped into Technicolor. His kiss was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, intoxicating, exhilarating and utterly consuming.
As our lips moved in perfect harmony, I felt a sense of belonging, like I'd finally found the missing part, the missing piece of myself. The world around us came back into focus, but nothing else mattered. Not the noise of the city, not the doubt that had plagued me for long. All that matters was the way he made me feel.
His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, depening the kiss, I felt like I was drawing in a sea of emotions but I didn't want to be rescued. I wanted to stay under.
To explore the depths of this feeling, to see where it would take me.
The kiss was like a storm, wild and unpredictable, yet somehow familiar it was like I'd been kissed before, but never like this, never with intensity, this passion this sense of connection