He reaches for her hand but she leaps into his arms before he can prepare. They both fall back onto the soft and inviting cushions of the couch that supports them, as they giggle contagiously together. He reaches for that strand of hair, that swooping curl that covers her flawless face, his fingers trembling as he gently connects with her silky smooth skin. For all the air that floats still between them, neither can breathe.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1024 (via excerptsofstories)
I want to stand in the middle of the forest, staring deep into your eyes, holding your hands, and tell you all the wonderful things about you, all the things I love about you.
I’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way I have no preference
