CATALAN

Brushing a hand over my jaw he whispers, "I have to go"

I hear him, but the words don't register as I drink in every feature and the movement of his pink lips.

"Castella" he mumbles, tracing a thumb over my lips

I hum in response, not trusting my voice

"Can I kiss you?" He asks softly, eyes swimming with emotion

"Yes" I breathe and his lips are on mine in an instant

The kiss isn't urgent, it's slow and savouring. I melt into him as his soft lips move against mine like we've practiced for years.

He tasted like a fresh spring-refreshing and sweet. I relished in it, kissing him back with equal tenderness.

It ends too soon as he pulls away, gazing down at me like I was the most captivating thing in the world.

"I'll be back " he promised before disappearing in a whirlwind of snow