Kelly’s POV
The familiar touch of his fingers. The familiar graze of his tongue. The affectionate gaze of his blue eyes. The gentleness of his voice. Everything about him makes me weak and strong at the same time. He makes me excited. He makes me nervous. He makes me feel pain. He makes me feel joy. I feel like without him, I cannot function well anymore.
I rolled on the right side of the bed and my eyes found a bare back of a man, sleeping peacefully beside me.
I could still feel his touch. The remnants of his fingers and kisses all over my body remained and I can't help but to reminisce about what happened between us last night. How he confessed that he’s deeply in love with me. How he proposed and how he kissed me hungrily.
I pressed my lips together and slowly lifted my hand. The tip of my fingertips gently touched the skin of his shoulder. It was hardened from his muscles and it felt so warm. I want to touch him all day and night.
