But then, as if something inside me needed confirmation, I broke the silence with a question that had been beating in my chest since the night began.
"I just want to know one thing…" I lift my face to meet his gaze. "Am I no longer just “the right one” for you?"
For a second, he doesn't respond. His eyes lock onto mine, as if he wants to make sure I understand every word he's about to say.
Then, he smiles in a way that melts my defenses and soul.
"No. You're no longer just the right one…" he caresses my cheek with his fingers, with the reverence of someone touching something sacred. "You are simply perfect for me."
And before I could respond, he kisses me slowly and sweetly. The third of the night. But this one… this one tastes like a promise.
And as his arms hold me tightly and his
