Heaven.

I think about kissing you, and I wonder how soft your lips would feel against mine. I imagine leaning in, slow, careful — like you're something sacred I don't want to rush. I picture the way your breath would hitch, the way your lips would melt into mine, how time would slow down, and for a second, it would just be us — nothing else, no one else. I haven't touched you yet, but I already know — one kiss, and I'd never want to stop tasting you.