Conquering Angelo

"I don't know what I want, really,"
"What you want," Angelo put a hand on the back of my waist and then brought our faces closer together before resting his head on my shoulder and whispering, "is me" in my ear. His face neared mine and my eyelids slowly fluttered shut as our lips touched for the first time. He tasted like cinnamon from the buns we ate before and a hint of cigarettes. I pulled back and laughed.
"Babe, why'd you pull away?" He questioned, his face still very close to mine.
"Because, kissing you reminded me when we were hanging out and I said that I would cut off my finger if we ever kissed, which I will not do." He bursted out laughing as he wrapped his arm around me, embracing my smaller frame. I assumed that it meant my finger would be safe.
"So I guess you're mine now?" He said as he embraced me in a tight hug.