He crept closer, our lips almost touching, one hand in my hair, the other at the small of my back. My lips parted, my breathing growing heavier with exhilaration and anticipation.

He was breathing heavier too. It seemed like he was unsure whether to continue, either that or he was just teasing me, building the suspense as his mouth barely brushed mine.

My breathing came in little gasps now, my hands clutching handfuls of the shirt on his shoulders, the tips of his lips lightly skimming over mine.

I felt him smile and my breathing stopped, and finally, with the gentlest pressure, his lips pressed very softly against mine.

It felt as if though fireworks had exploded in my stomach, suddenly I was aware of everything, his lips, his hands in my hair, our bodies pressed together. I pulled back for a second, breathing deeply, as if I couldn't draw enough oxygen from the air.

His arms tightened around me, once again pressing his lips to mine with more force, parting them slightly.

I gasped, letting go of his shirt, twining my arms around his neck closely, my fingers twisting in his hair.

He lowered both his arms to my waist, crushing me tightly to his chest, making it hard to breathe, his unyielding lips moving fervently with mine.

I felt my cheeks growing warmer, either a response to his kiss or to the lack of air.

He pulled away for a second; we were both panting now; before kissing me again. This time it was short, sweet, and tender, as his mouth moved softly against mine, before he pulled away.

I rested my head on his chest, as he laid his cheek on my head, both of us trying to catch our breath, my arms wrapping around his waist, closing my eyes.