'Kissing... is better than I thought,' that was the first thing that Dean thought after a second or two with his lips pressed against Emily's.
'Is this the right thing to think when you are kissing? I don't think so. Probably I should be thinking something along the lines of "I love her" or something like this... Or then I shouldn't be thinking about anything at all.'
Thinking too much or not, he was enjoying that moment from the deepest bottom of his heart. He wanted to stay like that forever, if possible. Anyway, he knew that things didn't work like that.
That kiss seemed like an eternity, even though it lasted just a few seconds.
Once he departed from her, which was a huge struggle, he looked at her eyes.
'I never saw her so blushed like this, and never so close. I can feel her breathing on my face. It's as unsteady as mine.'
"W-Will you stop now?" She asked with a whisper.
