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moments, and I could feel his Adam’s apple shift as he
swallowed hard.
    “You
feel solid and sturdy, and I feel safe when I’m with you.” I breathed. I wanted
him to know…I needed him to understand the depth of my feelings. No matter how
wrong it was, they were strong and they were real, and I couldn’t turn back. I
wouldn’t turn back and pretend they didn’t exist. With determination I turned
my head until my lips grazed against his skin, and then I gently pressed them
into his chest.
    “Alex…”
he cautioned and shivered behind my lips. I heard the towel in his hand brush
along the wall and fall to the floor.
    With
my heart pounding profusely and my emotions swirling out of control, I tilted
my face upwards and kissed the huge, ugly mark on his neck. His body jolted and
his hands must have moved a few inches away from the wall, because suddenly I
heard them slap the wall forcefully.
    “Alex…”
he warned again in a desperate voice. But his tone no longer packed the
necessary punch to be effective.
    The
Black Eyed Peas song ended and the soft melody of Martina McBride’s rich,
elegant voice drifted down the hallway as she sang her song How I Feel .
The lyrics of the slower, romantic song hit me with full force, and my hands
instinctively moved up to Jason’s shoulders where I tightened my grip. I
listened intently as she sang:“ Confetti fallin’ from the sky/ My hometown on
the 4 th of July/ A midnight snow on Christmas Eve/ Like standin’ up
for what you believe/ That’s how I feel when I’m with you/ That’s how I feel
when I’m with you/ That’s how I feel/ That’s how I feel when I’m with you./”
    Expressively,
I gazed into his beautiful eyes and said in quiet earnest, “This song describes
how the simple things in life bring us happiness, and it compares them to the
feelings we have for someone we care about.” Standing on my tiptoes, I cupped
his chin. Controlling him with my fingertips, I tipped his face down towards
mine. His eyes widened, and he groaned. My emotions were telling me to seize
the moment, and I listened.
    Swiftly,
I tilted my head sideways and pressed my lips against his. My eyes naturally
shuttered closed, and I kissed him cautiously, not wanting to scare him away.
His lips were velvety soft and moist. I pressed a little harder until his lips
parted. With deliberate care I delved deeper and explored with slow
appreciation until at long last, I found his tongue. Sweet, spearmint flavors
still lingered from his toothpaste. Without words, I prodded and encouraged him
with my tongue, a silent yet forceful solicitation which begged for his
response.
    When
he finally reacted it was with such intensity and fervor, I almost lost my
balance. Heat ripped through my body, and this time I felt like I was the one
on fire. His unexpected assertiveness further fueled my own passion. I wrapped
my hands around the back of his head, burying my hands in his hair. I leaned
even further into him, and kissed him deeper and more completely than I’d ever
kissed anyone before.
    I
poured my heart and soul into that kiss. Fireworks might have been exploding
around us, but I wouldn’t have known. Already lost in the heavens – a part of
some incredible celestial event, I felt like we were blazing across the sky in
our own meteor shower. For several seconds our tongues searched and discovered.
Unable to control myself, I ran my hands over his shoulders and dug my fingers
into his back. At length, our mouths closed once again, but our lips continued
to brush roughly and heatedly together. When our mouths opened a second time,
his tongue found mine and we delved deeper into a passionate, smoldering kiss.
    Completely
entranced, I felt weak in the knees and my whole body shook with need. I wanted
him to hold me with his arms around me as he plundered like I was the long lost
treasure he’d been searching for his entire life. But more importantly, I
wanted him to need me as much as I needed him.