When Jesse pulled back a fraction, breaking the kiss, I brushed my hand against his cheek. No words were spoken, and we both bathed in this newfound closeness, until he whispered, “Write me for you.” “What?” I whispered back in confusion. Jesse met my eyes, keeping just an inch from me as he searched them. “Write me for you. In your great love story. Fall for me.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “Allow me to fall for you. Write me for you.”
