hands
Yusuke's hands were soft, smooth, and smelled faintly of paint. I clasped his hand in mine, his thumb stroking down the side of my hand, mine warm and soft in his grip. His face was inches away from mine, and i could feel his breath at my lips, gazing into his soft gray eyes as the world seemed to fade away around us.
I love you, y/n.
Our lips met.
I love you too, yusuke.
Suddenly the world seemed to spin. I gazed into his eyes and held fast to his arms, not wanting to let go. My tongue grazed his lower lip, and he made a soft whimper and pulled away.
You mean the world to me love, he sighed into my ear.
