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ARIANA'S POV.
The kiss was light as he gently caressed my lips with his. Tears filled my eyes, spilling out. Tears of joy and sadness at the same time. Did he really mean what he had just said? He was going to love me without shame? He actually loved me, and didn't view me as a human who was only going to weigh him down?
I wanted to hold him, kiss him with my all, and when I realized I could do that, I did.
My hand came up his back, holding his shirt, and I pressed closer to him, letting our lips roam over each other— The soft kiss, fast becoming a hungry one. Maybe his stemmed from desire, but mine stemmed from the need for love. The need to feel that it was real, and I was going to be loved without any setbacks.
The kiss was like a melody itself, burning its way into my skull, and as his hands threaded through my hair gently, and lovingly, I began to wonder if I wanted something more.
