"Good idea." She said with an appreciative smile. And then he kissed her again and it felt lovely. Rhys was healing her with kisses and love and that beautiful silly grin. Suddenly she felt the urge to pull away, which she did, and look him in the eye, tell him how much she loved him; even from back when she had no idea what love was and just knew that being around him made her nervous and cheerful all at the same time. But instead of speaking, she cupped his face with her hand and kissed him yet again, more thoroughly. It wasn't just Rhys who couldn't help himself.
Freddie didn't need to voice anything. He knew what she was saying. It was there in her eyes and the feel of her lips against his. He kissed her back, just as thoroughly with a hint of passion. Okay, a lot of passion. There was no way for him to calmly kiss her when she looked at him like that. His hand rested on the small of her back as he pressed a little closer to her. The only coherent thought in his head was that he was completely and utterly in love with her. Even though this was something that would normally scare a boy his age, it was quite the opposite. Everything felt perfect. Like his life was exactly where it should be.
Freddie gave a tiny moan of satisfaction as Rhys pressed closer. His body just felt so good against hers. She brushed her fingers over his face before wrapping her arm around him and pulling herself even closer to him. I love you, I love you so much, don't ever let me go, don't ever go away was all that ran through her mind as Freddie kissed him as passionately as he was kissing her.
His eyes softened when her thoughts flowed into his head. He never planned on letting her go. Ever. So it was good that they both felt the same. There was so much that he wanted to say to her right then. I can't leave you. I don't know what I would do without you. I'll always keep you safe and happy for as long as you want me to. His thoughts flew through him so quickly. But all of those things would be for another time. A time when he was completely honest with her. Where he could tell her exactly what he was. He wouldn't say something so final until she knew the truth. Instead of dwelling on what he needed to do, he let himself get lost in her.
Freddie had never thought this was possible; how two people could be so into each other like this. Once again her heart was racing, and his probably was, too, and she couldn't stop kissing him. It almost felt like it was impossible for her to be away from Rhys for too long without some sort of loss of life. And that was true, in a sense. Freddie liked this intensity, she liked that Rhys was as intense as her, even. Perfect. Just perfect.
Fingers slid into her hair as he nipped at her bottom lip. He was very much into her. So much so that he couldn't seem to focus on anything other than her as of late. Which was totally fine with him! After a few more minutes of intense kissing, Rhys pulled back and took a deep breath. His hand rubbed up and down her side as he just looked into her eyes. He was completely in awe. The chemistry and the comfort that he had with her was something he didn't think was possible. Yet here she was. His Freddie. "Feeling better?" He asked, his eyebrows knit together in a worried expression.