[She'll be the only worrying about being swept up--he's already there. He's missed this, too--the way she touches his face, the way her hair brushes his skin--and it hasn't been so long, for him. But kissing her is still as wonderful as he remembers, and more. His arms pull tight around her, any semblance of space sealed away.
Does he ever have to let her go? He'd rather not. He could stay like this. Forever.]
i am tearing up every. single. time.
Does he ever have to let her go? He'd rather not. He could stay like this. Forever.]