His chestnut hair has fallen in front of his face and his eyes zero in on my lips. I swallow intently and try to take deep and slow breaths. He moves in closer and I close my eyes in reciprocity.
Just three breaths, all he needs is three breaths and my lips would be his to claim.
One.
''This is the part where I kiss you,'' he whispers, stroking my face with the back of his hands. I feel them run from the corner of my eye down to my neck and I bite my bottom lip, watching his fair hands. His tone is hesitant like he's asking for permission before we do the one thing we never imagined we'd do.
Two.
''Maybe you should,'' I whisper back, uncertainty swimming in my veins. Hesitation is creeping in my mind, my subconscious is screaming, what are you doing? But I pay her no mind. Every part of my body wants this and I know that once those lips touch mine, there'd be no going back from here.
