He’s looking at me as if I’m precious to him, and his hands sliding along my jaw to cradle it makes my knees feel weak, no longer able to hold my weight up. He leans forward and kisses the corner of my lip, then my cheeks where a raindrop is slowly falling, then the other corner, the tip of my nose, along my jaw. There’s something so… sweet and intimate about it that it makes my chest ache. It makes me feel things that I shouldn’t.
