~21~
BPOV
We entered the house and I could feel him behind me.
As soon as the door latched, I spun around and pressed myself to him.
"Kiss me," I pled in a desperate whisper.
This was wrong.
But I had to know.
Had to understand why I always felt so alive when I was with him.
He hesitated only momentarily before he gathered me in his arms, lifting me up to him as his mouth descended upon mine.
Everything about this moment felt right.
His tight grip on me held me together, kept me from shattering into a million pieces at the onslaught of turmoil raging within.
He breathed life into me through my parted lips as he exhaled into our kiss, a constant ebb and flow like the tide outside.
He exhaled.
I inhaled.
I exhaled.
He inhaled.
The kiss was unending.
It was life changing.