The closer I get to her, the taller she stands, and the more her eyes wrinkle in excitement. Not caring who’s around or watching, I cup the back of her neck and smash her lips into mine. It’s not open and heated, but it’s strong and meaningful. When my lips are simply pressed against hers, and that uncontrollable heat builds deep inside me, spreading across my body, that has to mean something. This girl was made for me. She’s everything. Perfect.
