The Kitchen

"H-here!" You say rushedly "H-here is fine"

He rubs your hand with his thumb softly, encouraging you to speak.

"Last night..."

"I should have stopped, we were both drunk" He apologizes

"No! Is fine!" You say "It was... I was... It was the best night of my life..."

He touches your face, caressing your cheek, melting you into a pile of lovestruck goo. You put your hand over his.

"I don't regret it" You say in almost a whisper "I loved it.."

"Me too..."

"I wanted to know... No, I have to know if this means something to you like it does to me" Sudenly you feel really insecure, like you are overstepping the line "If...If you don't feel the same is okay! Really"

He brings you closer, kissing you softly but passionately, making your knees buckle. When you two separate he whisper against your mouth.

"It ment something to me, it wasn't just a good laid. I care about you and last night was one of the best of my life"

Holy Jesus, this man.

You go for another kiss