I love the way he held my hand-
He didn't just hold it- he intertwined my fingers with his in a way that was almost intimate- I could feel he's need- his want for me.
I felt safe when I was around him- like nobody else in the world could even look at me- as long as he was by my side-
I loved that while driving- he always had a hand on me- holding mine or resting on my thigh-
I loved the way he kissed me- passionate and deep-
My lips and his connected with lust and wanting- excited to finally be together- to finally be able to touch and feel-
I loved how warm and inviting they felt-
{E.E}