Would you let me kiss you again?"
He had asked me that, sitting next to me on that swing. I couldn't refuse him, not for a million green M&M's. That sweet, beautiful tension that was always building between us...exploded.
His hands had come to cup my face, stroke my arms, and rifle through my hair. I had tasted his tongue, and felt the way his muscles tensed as his body shifted to feel more of me. It was like a dream, one where I didn't want to pinch myself for fear of waking up. He had in an instant became everything my heart had desired, and a resting place for my soul.
I had replayed every tangible moment over, and over again... never tiring of the way my body reacted when I remembered his hands on my skin. I woke up early, laying in bed, hoping to catch a peek of him this morning, a
