"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
John Keats
His eyes are fixed on my lips and I don't think he heard my question, but as I open it up to ask again, he closes the space between us and his lips rests on mine. He doesn't dominate the kiss as our lips touches, instead he just let our lips lingers on each other's and when he pulls away, he bites down on his lips as he stares at me. Mixed emotions are written all over his face even as he stays quiet and all of a sudden it disappears and his face becomes blank of all emotions and my stomach coils as I expect the worse.
His hands take hold of my waist in a possessive manner and my body comes alive almost immed
