He got closer to me, pushing me against my locker. He put one hand by my head on the locker, the other hand was placed on my hip. I was literally trapped.
He moved closer, so close I could feel his breath caressing my cheeks. He bent down a little bit so he could look into my eyes. Now, I tasted his sweet, minty breath as it softly fanned my lips.
He leaned in, the hand by my head moved to cup the back of my neck and he brought me closer. His soft lips barely tickled mine. We stood like that for a few seconds before he met his lips with mine.
His soft lips were pushed against mine, moving so smoothly. He pulled me impossibly closer, our bodies molding into one. His lips were leading, but gentle.
My heart was beating frantically, blood rushing through my veins. My knees were going weak, the only thing keeping me up were the lockers behind me.
This was my first kiss.
"You said to prove to you that I miss you," he whispered in my ear.
I pushed my head back to see his face, and I took in swollen lips and a heated gaze.
"Yeah, I did," I said, winded and blushing.
"This is the only was I could, and I hope you'll believe me when I say this."
"Say what?"
"I love you."
And with that, he cupped my neck again and kissed me with so much passion and ferocity, I couldn't breathe.
"I love you too," I said as I pulled away to get some air as he peppered kisses all over my face.
