Her heart beats sharply with every intake of breath. His lips are close; too close, and he knows it too. She can tell by the look in his eyes, which still hadn't left hers, that his thoughts might very well be matching hers at that precise moment. It's painful, really, as they stand there, staring each other down. So painful, in fact, that she could barely stand there without her knees shaking beneath her.
She finally breaks the silence, voice barely a whisper as she says his name.
All too suddenly, his hands are grasping at her, seemingly everywhere, almost as if he didn't think that they were close enough already; as if the both of them were parted with but a single thread to keep them apart that he was trying desperately to be rid of. Then, finally, his lips were crashing against her own, hungry, breathing her in as he kissed her.
The hiss of his intake of breath sent another painful jolt through her heart.
