He unlocked his lips from mine. His hand rested on my left cheek, he smiled. I had more butterflies than I ever had in my life. He knew he had won me over, I don't think he had to convince me alot. I had always felt something for him whether I knew it or not. His smile would make me smile. His laugh would make me laugh.
He walked me home through the London streets. I had never experienced something like this before. Like him. I felt he would stick by me and protect me no matter what.
Our hands intertwined with one another as we took our final steps home. His hand fitted into mine perfectly. I felt safe. I could look at him for hours, he was perfect.
