“He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.”
“He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.”
“I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.”
“And this is what you get for laughing at me." He pulled her up a few inches until his lips touched hers.”
“...I didn't know the meaning of the word dying until you left me. This last week without you.." He pulls in a sharp breath, briefly closing his eyes. "I'm nothing without you Tru, nothing.”
“My face is in his hands and my lips are at his lips and he's kissing me and I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”