He approached me, and we looked into each other's eyes. He raised his hand, and gently he dragged the back of his fingers to the line of my jaw.
"I want you to know that if it were up to me, I wouldn't let you go," he whispered.
I raised my eyebrows in wonder. "What do you mean? Why did you do something like that? "
He held me by the side of my neck. "That's why," he told me and pressed his lips to mine. His vehemence was so sudden, the contact of our bodies that a shiver went through my spine. The touch of his lips against mine was so tender like velvet. I detected alcohol in his breath, but this time, I ignored it.
At first, my eyes widened in surprise, but after a while, I closed them, and all my senses focused on the sensation of his lips on mine. My heart was pounding, and I felt my body numbing.
I couldn't move.
