Lingus

by Mariana Zapata

"Kat?" "Yes?" He let out another yawn. "You're my favorite person in the world. Goodnight."

"You're my favorite person in the world, Kat. I could never forget about you."

thin, light pink lips

Oh thats not the descriptor

"If you were going to kiss me to death, I'd be okay with it." My stomach bottomed out. I opened my mouth, but didn't close it. Did he...? Did he just say…?

"I can’t stand this anymore. You’re all I think about."

I died a hundred times right then.

Valid

"I'd do this all over again a hundred times as long as I met you in the end."