Reiley

He leans in, and tries to kiss my cheek but I move my head so he presses his lips to mine instead. I part my lips and he kisses me sweetly. Hundreds of thousands of butterflies erupt from nowhere and flutter around in my belly. God. He tastes like butter and honey. My brain blanks out for a hot minute and all I can think of is...home. Yes, he smells and feels and tastes like home. I reach up to ring my arms round his neck and pull him for a deeper kiss.

He gently pulls away so our foreheads touch and he brushes his nose against mine tenderly.

I try to speak but my voice fails me. I slowly nod, the thumping of my heart deafening. I know, right this minute, that I'm in love with him. Clearing my throat with a small cough, I whisper, "you have one last chance to walk away from me now. And if you don't..., if you decide to stay with me after this minute, I'm afraid I'll never let you go again."