When he turned to leave, I finally felt myself breathe a little easier.
The conversation was over.
At least…
That’s what I thought.
To my surprise, he suddenly stopped.
He turned back around and slowly walked toward me again.
Before I could even ask what he was doing, he gently cupped my cheeks between his warm hands.
Then…
He kissed me.
Not with desperation.
Not with lust.
But with a tenderness I hadn’t been expecting.
Every emotion he was trying to share through that kiss…
Was almost impossible for me to return.
Not because I didn’t want to.
Because I was terrified.
Terrified that one day he’d simply walk away and leave me behind.
Yet…
Nothing about the way he looked at me suggested he had any intention of giving up.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead
