..."One can never help being born into perfection," I whispered.
He came close, wrapping an arm around my waist
so that we faced each other. His nose tickled mine.
He ran his fingers across my cheek so gently
it seemed he was afraid I would break.
"No, I don't supposed you can," he breathed.
With his hand holding my face toward his,
he lowered his lips to mine
and gave me the faintest whisper
of a kiss.
Something about the tentativeness of it
made me feel beautiful.
Without a word, I could understand
how excited he was to have this moment,
but then afraid at the same time.
And deeper than any of that,
I sensed that he adored me...
