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'What if I kiss you?'
He whispers, his voice too low, too soft.
His hands rest on her waist, ever so lightly, a feather. His body is an inch away from her, but he's not touching her, he wants to, but he doesn't.
His warmth inundates her; he is close, too close.
But she wants him closer.
The tips of her fingers ache to touch him, to feel him.
She raises her hands.
He glances at them and she hesitates.
He doesn't give her a chance to think, he leans forward, until his lips are behind her ear. And it's like her fingers knew exactly what to do— promptly touching the nape of his neck, brushing the shorter hair with only the tips of her fingers.
She felt his hand on her waist squeezes for a faltering second, before it moves up, higher, stroking her back in mild circles.
She can't breathe, but maybe she doesn't have to breathe, he holds her as she holds him; she doesn't need air. Her stomach clenches in nervous spasms, she doesn't try to stop it.
'May I kiss you?'
He mutters in her ear, and her fingers tangle in his short blond hair, pulling him closer. The question echoes in her head, a faint voice that will crystalize into an unforgettable memory.
She runs her fingers through his hair, gentle and timid and it's just as soft as she has always imagined.
He sighs, slowly and prudently, waiting for an answer.
She pulls away enough to tilt her head and, sparing his eyes a quick final glance, she leans into him, and kisses him.
His arms wrap around her and he's close close close she can feel his heartbeat through his thin shirt.
He sighs against her lips.
Lips slowly move against one another, desiring but at the same time savoring the taste, the emotion, the moment.
His lips are soft, his hair is soft, his hands are soft, and she wonders how he balances all her sharp, rigid edges.
She shattered into scattered pieces of sharp shards of crystals, but he picked her up, sliver by sliver, he bled, cuts adorning his hands, but he kept going until he held them all together, putting them back in place until she was whole again.
He's the missing piece of her soul, with him she feels complete.
The fluttering of her stomach ceases, and content washes over her. Because when she's with him, when she's in his arms, she's safe, no point in being nervous.
She kisses him, and he kisses her.
She was his answer, and always will be.