I want all of her. Not want—need. Like air. Like the blood flowing through my veins. Each beat of my heart, it’s hers. For nearly a year, every cell of my being has been hers. It might be just our lips that are touching, but she has etched herself onto my soul. I kiss her again. Stealing her breath away. It feels as if I’ve been drowning, and it’s the only thing that gives me life. Again. More. Never enough.
