He pulled me as close to him as possible; I rested my hands on his shoulders as his sat on my waist,
his forehead was resting against mine.
Dark brown eyes gazed into my black ones. He bit his lips before allowing his eyes to look down and gaze upon my own.
I saw his lips pull into a smile, and realized that I'd been staring.
Ryan's eyes moved back to mine as his hand gently cupped my face.
As he leaned into me, my hands moved and curled into his hair.
Soon, our lips were pressing gently into each other in a slow, soft, and warm kiss. All that came to mind was that I loved him.
Not only that, but that I was *in* love with him.
He moved us across the room, pressing me into the wall.
His kiss gained intensity; became rougher and more demanding.
But it was still full of love. His hands raised from my waist,
and it was obvious that he was full of more than just love.
-Sophia S.