He cuts me off with a kiss. A long, paralyzing kiss. The kind of kiss that packs a punch and sinks to the back of your head and makes you thank God you’re already lying down. The kind of kiss that makes you think this is what all kisses should be like. The kind of kiss that feels like what you thought kissing would be like before you ever kissed anyone. An only kiss. The only kiss I’ve ever wanted this much.
