“If I love him, really love him, shouldn’t I already know whether or not I want him? Or is it just – ” 

He gave into impulse. Complete and utter impulse. But chances were, he’d never get to do it again. 

He leaned in. She stilled. Her mouth stopped moving, her eyes went round. As he lessened the gap, he saw them begin to close. There, he thought. 

His hand found its way into the dip of her waist. It stayed there as he nudged her head back by fitting his mouth to hers. 

It was simple. It was soft. For him, it was explosive. 

He’d known there was something there. He’d known some part of him had wanted some part of her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Like all thing unattainable, he’d ignored it. 

Under cover of his ignorance, his attraction had bred on itself. 

It had bread like bunnies. He couldn’t count the stupid bunnies…