He gazes into my eyes, his hands on my exposed thighs raised goose bumps on my bare skin; I was under a spell, transfixed, can't move I let him have his way.
"You haven't said a word." He says slowly, searching for something in my eyes and my eyelids flutter.
"Why are you quiet, I love your smiles, but I need words too, please."
I didn't know what to say to him. I am vulnerable and if I start speaking, I might wear my heart on my sleeve and everything might backfire on me. I don't think that is a good idea either, with this back and forth we have been doing; you never know what will come out of it, if we indulge in what he is suggesting.
Me confessing my feelings is like putting the cart before the horse, I kiss him instead. A few pecks on his lips, before he captures my mouth in his, this is way better than talking.
We break it off and he takes a step back.
"Does this mean you want to be with me too?" He asks hopefully.
