"Don't be scared, I've done this before," he leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I watched the space between us diminish as he lowered his shoulders and stooped down until my forehead met his, his arms resting lightly around my waist.
"Sherlock, I don't know. There's something I need to tell you…"
It was that fast. Before I could protest (not that I would've) his lips pressed into mine and I felt the surge of dopamine coursing through my entire being, every ounce of the space I occupied, and it felt like light was emanating from every square inch of my body. I grasped his shirt collar and pulled him closer, gasping in attempt to breathe in every bit of him - his smell, his taste, the way the tips of his thumbs that were now tracing the corners of my jaw felt. Despite the difficulty it was, I pulled away and looked up at him. "Sherlock," I said quietly, my voice thick with angst, "I'm engaged."