What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.

He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.

Believe me, you have my full attention.

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.

I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don’t want to let go. Ever.