My hands slide down his arms when the kiss ends, my forehead against his and my eyes still closed, after this...it's going to be so freaking awkward...hah...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly
