His hand softly cradles the nape of my neck, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my lips, the anticipation building with each passing second.
Making out works like an antidepressant. I have experienced and understood it in the past few days. Making out is also addictive, and once you start you just cannot resist craving more. In my case, I don't just want to have more, I want to have it all.
My thoughts start dispelling when his lips met mine. It is gentle, yet electrifying. Time seems to stand still as our connection deepens, his kiss speaking volumes of unspoken emotions. In that one moment, the world fades away, and it's just him and me.
He chooses this moment to ask me the question. "How do you feel about me?"
Confused, I look at him. "What?"
