He leans in, cupping a hand around the back of my neck as he kisses me again. This time, I don’t stop him. I let him kiss me until we both run out of air. I let him kiss me until some old woman taps me on the shoulder and asks us to take a seat because there is still a ceremony going on. I’ll let him kiss me for as long as he wants to. Because every action has a consequence… And he’s mine.
