Before I know it, I'm pressed up against the wall and his entire body is pressing into mine, his lips attacking mine with every ounce of strength he has. I don't want to get my hopes up too high, but it feels like he's been waiting just as long as I have to do this. His hands venture down to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up just a little so I can feel his cold hands on my warm skin, which sends shivers all over my body. My hands run through his now-short hair, and I'm a little disappointed I can't pull his hair anymore. Why did he have to get that beautiful hair of his cut?
He pulls away for a second to catch his breath and opens his eyes to look into mine. I can't help but smile at him. He smiles back, a real smile, which makes my heart completely melt. I love him so much. I never stopped loving him.
Just when I think he's about to say something, his lips are back on mine, his hands reaching under my ass and picking me up, placing me sitting down on his bed. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him as close as possible. He leans over me until I'm lying down and readjusts us so my head is on the pillow and he's on top of me.
It literally takes him about seven seconds to get every article of clothing I have off, and it takes me about ten to get his off. I guess you can say we're both eager. Lord knows how long it's been and how long I've waited for this…
He pulls away again, once again looking straight into my eyes. The way he looks at me… It's like he never stopped loving me. It gives me hope. It gives me butterflies. It makes me feel like I'm the luckiest person in the world. It makes me regret every breaking his heart. We are meant to be together, and I have never been more sure of it. He is going to be the person I will spend the rest of my life with. It's inevitable, and we both know it.
Just when I think I can't get any happier, he whispers "I love you" so softly, that I might've imagined it. But I didn't. He whispered it, and he proved me wrong. I can get happier. And I just did.
"I love you too," I whisper back, bringing my lips back to his. This time, he kisses me softly, passionately. This time, he tells me he loves me over and over again just with that kiss. This time, he tells me with his body that our time apart made him fall even more in love with me.