She tilted her head to the side. “Yeah?” I noticed that her expression was serious.
I smiled and nodded. “Yes,” I said in all honesty. “I’m not letting you go.Never, Zaira.”
Her chest rose and fell as she breathed shakily. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
Her eyes glimmered, and when I leaned in and took her lips for a long kiss, she cupped the back of my neck and returned my gesture with a passionate one of her own.
I moaned when she rocked her hips against mine, because her action sent a spark of electrifying thrill zapping through my veins.
Zaira was the excellence I craved; she was the proclivity I yearned for.
She was what I desired, what I needed to make me whole, to let me breathe.
And as she wrapped one of her legs around my waist and kissed me harder, I questioned myself:Is this really happening?
Yes; yes, it is…an echo whispered in response, which made me smile.
