She tastes like the past.
But I stay in the present.
Savoring this new version of the woman I love.
She hums, her lips curving as we break apart. "That was nice."
"Damn right, it was," I say, heart full of happiness. "And I don't want to pressure you, so let me know if I get ahead of myself… ahead of you."
"E." She cups my cheek. "You're amazing, and I'd think I was broken if I didn't feel something for you. It's scary, but it's there."
"I don't want you to be afraid," I murmur.
"I know you don't."
