Using my fingers, I gently wiped the tears from her eyes. Monica laughed when I did so. "Sorry I'm kinda pathetic." And she was. But in an adorable, crybaby kind of way. Someone you look after and protect.
"You're perfect," I told her. And then I took a finger under her chin, lifted her face, and kissed her. Her lips were softer than I remembered, warmer too.
I kissed Monica for a while, both of us just sitting on the edge of my bed. Neither of us were particularly comfortable, but neither of us wanted to move. She kissed me back passionately.
I took my hands and cupped her face, gently caressing her. Then I pulled her into my lips for an even deeper kiss. While this kiss didn't have the ferocity and passion of our first kiss, there was something else behind it. Intimacy. Closeness. We just took in the feeling of each other.
Then we pulled away from each other, our foreheads still resting on each other. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her. I could feel her breath on my neck as I held her back.
She whispered into my ear, "Take me."
Comments