This was all that she felt like she needed.
Soft lips molded to hers in the dark outside her house.
Mei lost herself to this warm and sweet surrender to her old ways, and warm hello to love.
Gentle and warm hands wrapped around her waist, and she let her hands rest delicately on Matthew's neck.
There was something so freeing about getting lost in this moment.
She didn't have to deal with people just assuming that she was Chinese, or how annoying her cousin, Yao, was.
She had no thoughts of how childish she looked compared to her pretty, womanly friends.
All that Mei was focused on was the gentle pressure and warmth of Matthew's lips held on hers.
It was much more beautiful than she had ever thought to kiss Matthew.
He was everything that she had ever needed or wanted.
She found herself clinging to him as her legs felt like they were about to lose hold of her with their gentle trembling.
Matthew's lips soothed her, and awakened a gentle and kind warmth with in her like the gentle sway of a small fire.
How could she have missed this so long in her life?
Mei found herself savoring this moment, and wondered if anyone had ever felt this way and how Matthew felt about this kiss, this moment.
She felt connected to him even if he couldn't feel this gentle fire.
When they parted to gain their breaths back, the Taiwanese woman hated to see the blissful moment go, and longed for his gentle lips upon her own again.