I Feel the Same:')

He bent to kiss me again, and there was no reason to resist. What would be the point? This time was different. His hands were soft on my face and his warm lips were gentle, unexpectedly hesitant. It was brief, and very, very sweet. His arms curled around me, and he hugged me securely while he whispered in my ear. “That should have been our first kiss. Better late than never.” Against his chest, where he couldn’t see, the tears welled up and spilled over.