I remember laying with you, your arms wrapped around me, thinking, "Oh god, can things get any better?"
My mind flickered to an image of us together, wrapped in tangles of hair and heated air. I wanted to kiss you. Right then and there, on that crowded bus.
You asked me, "Are you ready to kiss-kiss me?"
I giggled at the question but on the inside I was dying from the sweetness of him asking for permission.
Slowly, I looked up and whispered, "Yes."
You pulled me tighter and kissed me tenderly.
Warmth spread throughout my body.
Could you be anymore perfect?