The first press of his lips to mine is so soft I barely feel it. I don’t breathe, waiting for it to come again. It does. Lee meets my mouth with a soft grunt I can feel in the pit of my stomach. He sucks in a breath, and I do the same, oxygen invading my lungs, the atoms of my body straining with the singular goal of getting closer to this man. The one I’ve waited for time and time again. It’s one thing to know. And completely another to live.
