The kiss lingered inside them long after it ended. It was in their breath, in the way their hearts beat too fast, in the way their hands refused to let go. The world outside the room had fallen away. There was only this—this closeness, this newness, this love that had always been there but now had a voice.
She opened her eyes first, slowly, carefully, as though afraid the moment might shatter if she moved too quickly. He was already looking at her, eyes bright, soft, alive in a way that made her whole body feel warm. His thumb brushed her cheek again, tender, almost reverent, like he was memorizing her.
Neither spoke. They didn’t need to. But in the quiet, every breath they shared said more. She touched his chest, right over his heart, and felt it racing under her palm. It made her smile, a secret smile she couldn’t hide. He covered her hand with his, pressing it tighter, silently telling her: this is yours.
He leaned closer, their foreheads touching once more, their lips so near it made them both tremble. The second kiss came slower, deeper—not rushed, not hurried, but certain. It was the kind of kiss that left no space between them, that carried both the weight of years apart and the joy of finally arriving.
When they parted, He whispered her name with a tenderness that made her eyes close. It sounded like a prayer.
She didn’t answer with words. She only leaned in again, her smile against his lips, her silence saying what her heart already screamed: I’m yours. Always.
She opened her eyes first, slowly, carefully, as though afraid the moment might shatter if she moved too quickly. He was already looking at her, eyes bright, soft, alive in a way that made her whole body feel warm. His thumb brushed her cheek again, tender, almost reverent, like he was memorizing her.
Neither spoke. They didn’t need to. But in the quiet, every breath they shared said more. She touched his chest, right over his heart, and felt it racing under her palm. It made her smile, a secret smile she couldn’t hide. He covered her hand with his, pressing it tighter, silently telling her: this is yours.
He leaned closer, their foreheads touching once more, their lips so near it made them both tremble. The second kiss came slower, deeper—not rushed, not hurried, but certain. It was the kind of kiss that left no space between them, that carried both the weight of years apart and the joy of finally arriving.
When they parted, He whispered her name with a tenderness that made her eyes close. It sounded like a prayer.
She didn’t answer with words. She only leaned in again, her smile against his lips, her silence saying what her heart already screamed: I’m yours. Always.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
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