Re: Running to find her
He felt his heart hammering in his chest, and he moved to cup her face, to look at her a moment before he bent down, kissing her. He stayed there, letting his lips mold to hers.
As he kissed her, his fingers left her cheeks and moved into her hair, to tangle there as he poured his emotions of love and want and things he could not articulate into the kiss. It left him breathless and trembling, and wanting more. But he felt embarrassed by these overwhelmingly strong emotions, so eagerly poured out to her even as he felt her arms around him. She was his best friend; was it really okay to be this emotionally wanting for his best friend?
He found his lips wanting to part and that in itself was a strange notion. He did so, but didn't know what was supposed to happen next, as his breath teased her lips.