“Don’t pull back,” she whispered a hair’s breadth from his lips. “I need this. I need…” The words evaporated in her throat as she focused on his lips, so she simply touched them with her own. Softly, slowly, she kissed him. For a moment, she feared he would push her away. And then his mouth moved faintly against hers. His tongue grazed her lips, and he turned his head to deepen the kiss. For the first time in forever, everything felt so incredibly right. “You,” she exhaled into his mouth. “I need… you.”
Book:Little Conversations