The storm outside continued to shake the world as I pulled closer to him, my arms wrapped around his body, shaking, afraid to let him go. There we stood, pressed up against the paper-thin wall. Out of impulse I surged forward and pressed my lips against his, so soft, so luscious, so…..delectable. I wanted more so badly. I needed more. My hands moved upward, gliding over his white cotton shirt and caressing the smoothness of his skin. Soon my fingers were lost in the sea of dark brown locks that shaped their way around his face and fell so perfectly. My lips moved quickly across his, sucking away all that they could, afraid to pull away, afraid to lose what was now theirs. He kissed me back, oh so gently, driving me insane! My lips tingled with the absolute bliss of it all as our mouths became one and I bridged the final gap of air that stood between us to feel the warmth of his body pressed up against mine. Our lips were now dance partners, lost in the music of the rain. There in that dark and dingy room, pressed up against the wall, that was where it happened. That was where my soul reached out, grabbed a hold of his, and vowed never to let go. The rain continued to pound on the frosty glass of the window as we held each other there, our eyes closed, perhaps never to open again, absolutely lost in the moment.