I didn't get to count how many times our lips had met. But, today, at this very second, it felt like our first. There was neither intense motion nor a passionate kiss.
He kissed me in the way how silence spoke, in the way how our heartbeat danced in a slow yet strong rhythm. And in the second our lips parted, my name came out naturally from his mouth.
The moment I heard it, I went weak and I fell down onto the bed, pulling him along with our kiss. After that, we pulled away from each other. His lips broke into a smile.
In all honesty, I was spellbound upon facing such genuine and pure emotion pouring out of his gaze. I wondered then if this was how he looked after every kiss we shared.
I ran my fingers along his defined jawline. There was a thin layer of stubble growing on it.
"Do you want me to shave it?" He asked.
I raised my gaze. "I don't have a specific type."
"Yeah?"
