While his eyes used to look like rays of light bouncing off of pebbles on a stormy day or maybe the most polished steel on an armor, now they looked like the ashes remnants of a roaring fire. Our faces one inch away, lips tentatively craving to touch, hearts beating at the same pace. For the millionth time that night, his eyes questioned me, and for the millionth time, I nodded. He parted his lips to speak, but I stopped them with a quick kiss, shooing his troubling thoughts away.
Hands started pulling my dress down to my hips, as I grasped the borders of his shirt and, with one yank, tore it in half. Dylan lifted my body from the floor, laying me on the bed, taking the remaining pieces of clothing off. Then, he took his off, and it all came down to one thing.
And I learned much about ho
