War Of The Roses

His finger traced down my cheek. His other hand was wrapped around my waist.
'What have you done to me.' He whispered, His voice defeated.
'How can you love somebody like me?'
He put his forehead on mine.
'Please, don't let me go.'
And then his lips crashed into mine and the whole world and all his faults and all my confusion melted into nothing and I felt like the world was spinning but also frozen at the same time and my heart beat against his chest at a million miles per hour and his hands hugged every curve of my body wrapping me completely in him and him completely in me.