drag my hands down to his neck, his face. Hold him to me. “This is exactly where I belong. Here, with you.” His eyes open, and he kisses me. He kisses me like the sun kisses the earth when it rises. Slow, an unfolding of warmth, of playful light and hints of heat. And then, all at once, bright and hot and burning away all doubt. We come together like this is fate, like I was always meant to kiss him and he was always meant to kiss me.
