Chris stood in front of you, his eyes moving quickly between your eyes and your lips. He’s nervous, his breath as he watches you speak.
“I think it’s just a--”
“I really want to kiss you right now.” He says interrupting you and your words are stuck in your throat. Eyes wide as you stare at him in shock. His eyes are dark as he stares at you. “Like really.” He adds.
“Okay.” You say shakily.
He takes a quick step forward, his head low and his lips are on yours in a matter of seconds, hands wrapping around your waist. The kiss is magical, a kiss beyond words, one that takes every breathe from your lungs away. It’s heart stopping, jaw dropping and it makes you beg for more. He moves close, his hand pushing your waist into his as he deepens the kiss. Only after his tongue traces yours does he pull away, his forehead resting against yours as you both breath out deeply. You’re breathless, speechless while your hand is still tightly holding his jacket as if you fear letting him go would make you awake and realize this was all just a dream. He finds his breathe before you do and his words do little to help.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”