But being in his arms again made me feel so weak... yet safe. His presence carries danger, but now that he is holding me tightly, I never felt so secured after those years of suffering. Just now, again. And it was just him, he was the only one who could make me feel this way.
He looked at me. I looked away. He touched my chin with his finger and lifted it up to meet his dark gaze.
"Look at me," he commanded. I was secretly thankful that my face was wet from the sea water so the crying earlier was not obvious. He stared at me intently.
"What are you doing?" I asked hoarsely.
"Staring at my most favorite sight." He remained serious. I stopped and blinked. Not moving.
Slowly, he moved down his head. My body froze as he kissed me softly. I did not avoid or queue. His lips that I missed for years made me melt in awe. Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes and let myself savor the waves of emotions he made me feel again.
