They took their time, kissing languidly, simply because it felt so incredible and they got lost in it—long, wet kisses that were so new, yet already so familiar and perfect.
"We have to slow down," Bella whispered as their kisses finally slowed.
"Your right," he sighed softly kissing her once more chastely and pulling back.
They dozed off like that, tangled together and pressed up against each other.
His head resting in the crook of her neck and her hand on the slope of his hip and it was like pieces of a puzzle coming together: snug and seamless.