*Amy's POV written by me*
Chapter Nineteen
Amy's POV
Entry 7 continued…
Things are… Different…
But in a good way. A reeeeally good way.
I can't help but think she's just trying to make me happy and that scares me A LOT. All that time we had before I was sure she was feeling things and she was sure that she wasn't.
What changed?
I woke up to her lips on mine, her eyes watching me and cherishing me. I woke to her hand stroking my cheek. I woke to her petting me.
All of a sudden we were stuck in this situation, this cocoon.
I took her hand in mine and held it.
I searched her eyes and wondered: is this real?
Then I sighed and let myself breathe, knowing full well that she was watching me.
"Is this okay?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said. "It's just…" Scary.
"Scary," she finished.
I looked up at her again and saw that it was real. She felt the same.
The look she gave me was more than validation, it was concurrence, adoration. As with everything else, she was trusting me here.
She leaned in and kissed me, taking care to be slow and show love.
I felt her breath hitch as she pulled me forward with a hand at my neck, fingers wrapping around and brushing the back of my head, tangling quick right into my hair and pulling at me to come into her and become part of her even more.
Things were fast somehow. These things…
When she kissed me like that I lost myself in her…
I love her…