“You may kiss me.”
“Sure?”
“Sure.”
“Ask me, Ciara. Ask me to kiss you and I’ll do it and I promise you it’ll be alright.”
“Kiss me, Aaron.”
With tremendous anxiety that threatens to drop me to my knees on the sand, I touch her lips.
I am shy, careful…
No, damn it.
I’m fucking petrified.
Ciara lets me taste her lips slowly and sweetly as she caresses my nape with her hand and pulls me closer to her. I know I’m never going to be able to pull myself away from these lips, from this body.
From this woman.
I never believed in anything and never wanted anything. I was living in a world made up of crude reality with no dreams or expectations, closed in my safe haven.
Now I do believe in this dream. In this fairy tale.
She is my fairy tale.
And I am her prince.
