The world dissolved into slow motion as Theodore's lips met Bella's. His own heartbeat drummed in his ears, each thump echoing the frantic pulse that had taken over his body. Every nerve ending sang with awareness – the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent that clung to her, the warmth that radiated from her very being.
His lips moved against hers with a slow deliberateness, his hand reaching up to caress the smooth skin of her cheek. A wave of heat washed over him, so intense it sent a tremor through his limbs. The taste of her, sweet and heady, flooded his senses, etching itself onto his memory with an indelible brand.
Theodore felt a tidal wave of love and devotion crash over him, a certainty that this was where he was meant to be and that Bella was the one he was meant to share his life with. The kiss deepened, the passion igniting like wildfire as he pulled her impossibly closer.
