How He Fixed My Heart

"What are you doing," I whispered, his hands grasping my waist, pulling me closer.

"Something i've been waiting to do," he breathed, as his lips brushed against mine a few times, before slowly pulling away.

"I hope that was okay," he said smiling, forehead pressed to mine. The tension was clear, and I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned forward, my lips crashing into his, and in that moment, we collided. Blair was no longer the troubled bad boy I had always seen him as, and I was no longer the broken new girl he had met by chance. We were one. A single entity, probably destined to crash and burn, but we didn't care. All we cared about was that moment. That one magical moment.