trent-emerson

What__ wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you__e not beside me.

I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don__ want to let go. Ever.

What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?_ I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. __elieve me, you have my full attention.

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.

He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I__ paralyzed. I swear he__ going to kiss me. I swear I__ going to let him.