It happens in a split second and before I know it, Elian's hand has snaked around my waist and has me pulled flush to his body but our lips do not connect. Just not yet. His face hovers above mine, his eyes hesitantly gleaning over my face as he takes tense breaths. He looks as though he is contemplating his actions but we are far too gone for that phase. I close my eyes, allowing my other senses to take over as I lean in, lightly brushing my lips over his. The tickle of his breath and the swipe of his lips on mine fires up something in me. I have never felt this. So full of want and desire for a touch from a particular person.