'the way he looked at me before he kissed me, hard and blazing and scared in a flurry of snowflakes; the way he kissed me so tenderly, as though I was the most important thing in the world; the way I kissed back because it was all I wanted; because it was amazing; because it made my stomach twirl and my heart thud; because it made me feel so wonderfully the last thing from alone, because I never wanted to let him go; because… I loved him.'
FUCKING HELL YOU ARE GOOD.
This really stood out to me, relatable and shit, y'know?
I love this story! You're such a frickin awesome writer!