I always smile when he kisses me.
It never falters.
The electric tingle races through me, from head to toe.
Until he breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
I thought fleeting weekends would be enough and it always was… until the distance threatened to tear us apart for good.
This kiss may be the last kiss and every part of me hates that.
For the first time since we started this, I’m all too aware that this may be the last time.
No matter how much I want to lie to myself.
How did we get this lost?
More importantly, how can I have one more kiss?.