ROWAN.
The kiss at first is just his lips on mine, no pressure, just him letting me get used to his touch.
And then, there is the pressure, just a little pressure of his on mine, like he is asking for permission to enter.
And I give it.
He is slow and gentle, he does not rush me, just gently leading me in a slow dance that leaves me with tingles all over my body.
That is, at least, until I pull away.
Even as small and simple and… gentle as the kiss was, I am still breathless from it, with my heart racing as if I have just run a marathon.
Facing your fears alright.
As I try to regain my breath, I see him do the same, his eyes slowly fluttering open, his breath deep with each inhale as he settles his eyes on me.
For a few moments, we each say nothing.
We just stare into each other
