He came towards me and pulled me into a tight hug and I returned it, sharing his body heat and resting my head on his chest, forgetting all the anger I felt towards him. I looked up at him and he looked down at me and brought his face lower, our eyes looking deeply into the other, then he kissed my forehead and I sighed into his chest...this feels right.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"19, you?"
"18..."
"Age is just a number, maturity is an option and love is the real deal babe."
Babe.
I laughed as he lifted me into his arms and I wrapped my legs around him, resting my head into his shoulder, and burying my face into his neck...inhaling his scent, while hoping not to have a breath seizure, and smiling to myself (I think it's good being shorter than him).
I've fallen in love with my Wor
