“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She just shook her head and tugged at the lapels of my jacket to bring my lips down to hers. My arms curled around her back, pulling her in tighter, every inch of our bodies connecting, and it was everything—everything. And I knew then. I was obsessed with her and every bit of her being, and it was all I could do to hold myself back. No matter how much I felt this spark between us.
