Caspian
I kissed her with every ounce of frustration, every ounce of fear, every ounce of love I hadn’t known how to show.
Her soft body molded against mine, and I pressed her closer, as if even a millimeter of space between us would kill me.
Mine.
My soul, my oxygen, my everything.
I love her.
She broke the kiss slowly, pulling back just enough to stare into my eyes. Her arms were still hooked around my neck, her fingers lazily twirling through my hair like she had all the time in the world.
"What was that for?" I asked, my voice low, almost husky from everything she was making me feel.
"You deserve it," she whispered, her breath warm against my lips, "And even more."
I swallowed, feeling like my heart could literally beat out of my chest.
Still playing with my hair, she leaned
