I looked at this man and I felt free for the first time in my life.
Even though I had just met him, my whole body felt warm in his presence. All I could think about was how this man made me feel like I was the only woman he could see. Like he couldn't take his eyes off me.
His soft gaze met mine. "Are you okay?" He whispered softly. I nodded, unable to speak. He moved closer to me. I could see the concern he felt for me. I noticed how each movement he made was so deliberate and slow, like he didn't want to take me by surprise. I watched his hand move to my cheek, stretching from the side of my face to his fingers grazing my neck.
"Is this okay?" He asked again, softer, barely a whisper between us. Breathless, I nodded again. He moved closer. Comforted, I closed my eyes, moving my face toward his hand. His thumb made circles on my cheek as his fingers caressed my neck. My heart skipped as his other hand reached my waist where my shirt had lifted a little.
He pulled my shirt down to the top of my jeans as if he knew I couldn't handle too much at the same time and then rested his hand on top. His face was so close to mine by now that I could feel his breath in mine. His nose grazed mine softly before his lips brushed against my lips.
"Is this.." he began, again. But I took a step closer to him, melding our bodies into one. At first he hesitated, but then I felt it.
I felt it like the warmth of the sun early in the morning. Like the flutter of the wings of a butterfly. Soft, but controlled like he didn't want to expect too much from me. He kissed me like I was glass, one crack away from breaking. He would kiss me, once softly, then pull me closer and go a bit deeper. Then he would soften again and slow down like he didn't know if I was going to stop him.
But how could I tell him that every inch of my skin was begging for more. Because each time he kissed me, my whole body felt it. Like each kiss was an apology for all the pain I've ever felt, each kiss was slowly healing me and making me whole again.
"I'm so sorry" he said suddenly. And that's when I realized my face was wet. I had been crying. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I said wiping my tears with a smile, "nothing has ever felt more right"
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