EMBERLYNN'S POV:
Garfield reached his hand forwards and stroked a loose strand of my hair away from my face. I could see the internal battle he was having playing out in his eyes. His emotions were so pure that I could clearly see them written all over his face.
I held my hand against his and closed my eyes in bliss as I savored the feeling of his touch on my face and the smell of his skin so close to mine. Without so much as a word, I felt him slowly lean forwards and place his lips on mine so softly. His kiss was so slight and hesitant that I could tell he was silently asking me for permission, to reassure him this was okay.
In way of an answer, I shifted my body closer to his until we were practically touching at every point possible, and pushed my lips harder against his. The butter
