"Does this mean anything to you?" he asked her.
He knew the roles were reversed, that typically it was expected that the woman would be the one to ask that dreaded question. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to care. In this moment, everything he had ever wanted was within reach. He just had to know if this would hurt him later on.
She raised her right hand to cup his cheek. "I wouldn't be here if it didn't," she whispered back while smoothing out the frown that had appeared. Leaning up on her toes, she became level with his lips. With one last warm glance to his eyes, she closed hers and placed a feather-light kiss on his mouth.
It took him a little while to respond to her kiss. His mind was preoccupied with the realization that all the pain, the tears, and the heartbreak had led to this. And he couldn't find it within himself to regret any of it because this moment was worth it. And with that thought, he put everything he had into that kiss. His left hand dug itself in her hair, as his right arm wound itself possessively around her waist. His lips became unforgiving to hers, bruising and biting, and by the whimpers she was releasing, she didn't mind at all.
He began backing her up to the hotel room bed until her thighs reached the mattress. They broke apart and took note of the other's appearance: lips swollen, hair wild, eyes filled with excitement and vulnerability. She made the first move and tangled their hands, leading them both to sit on the mattress. He looked into her eyes and thanked his lucky stars that everything he had endured had led him here with her. And with an anxious sigh for what tomorrow held, he proceeded to forget everything else but her.