You… you’re everything I look for too.

I kissed him gently, not wanting to scare him. A soft press of my lips on his, nothing more. Time slowed to a crawl. Then Christian moved his lips, pressing harder, a gentle demand for more.

You. You’re what I look for, Christian.

Christian’s mouth parted with a soft moan that set fire to my body. My tongue darted out to taste the lingering sweetness of toffee popcorn decorating his lips. I needed his kisses more than I needed oxygen.

Christian’s lips were soft, softer than I remembered. How had I forgotten this? But his kiss was hesitant, unsure even. As if he had forgotten how to be kissed.

I reached up to gently caress his jaw, holding him steady because I was so sure that this was just another dream. That at any moment he’d vanish into thin air and I’d be left howling at the wind.