"I'll even marry you looking like that," Patrick said softly.
He then slowly leaned his face closer to Cyd, which sent her thoughts racing wildly. Is he going to kiss me? She asked herself. Yes, girl, he is, was her response to her question, and in seconds, she found herself debating with herself. No, I am not ready for this! Her calm self said, to which her wild and impatient self retorted – Being ready has nothing to do with it. You need this kiss!
Instinctively, she tilted her face up and closed her eyes.
She felt his lips on hers, and at that moment, she forgot what she was even crying about. Her hand went to his cheek, and she felt his right hand go up to her nape and pulled her closer.
It was probably meant to be just a light kiss to comfort her, but there was so much depth
