I can’t help myself, taking in as
much of him as I can, I start planting little kisses to my favorite spot on his
neck. He smells wonderful, with a hint of cologne and the only smell I’ve ever
loved underneath, his smell. When he swings me around, my lips instantly go to
his and I kiss him with so much passion my lips instantly swell up. I take my
time becoming reacquainted with his tongue, taste and rhythmic dance as we
rediscover each other. We haven’t said a single word, only allowing our lips to
express the feelings of happiness oozing from every part of us.
I hear the deep voice of a man
clearing his throat and it causes me to crack my eyes open. Our lips are still
planted together when Jake comes into my line of sight. Tucked under his arm,
Delilah is standing with tears in her eyes. She’s dabbing fallen tears with her
white handkerchief and looking happier than I’ve ever seen her.
Drake breaks our kiss and slowly
slides me down his body, planting a small kiss to the tip of my nose. Before I
can fully turn to Delilah, she snatches me into her arms, squeezing me so hard
it’s making it hard to breathe. I hold her back and allow the joy of this
moment to take me over. My own tears begin to prick my eyes and instead of
choking them back, I let them free fall down my cheeks. I love these kinds of
tears; tears that come from happy moments. I haven’t cried these kinds of tears
in a really long time and it feels invigorating. ~Presley Quinn, Tragic Love
