"How many times do you think a heart can break?" She asks me softly.

"It depends if it heals or not," I reply as she snuggles closer, "but I promise I will never break your heart."

Less than a second after I finish speaking, she leans over and kisses me. Sparks burst in my lips and spread to my toes. Her lips are soft but strong, gentle but firm.

I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her closer. Her hands run through my hair. I roll her over so she lays on her back and I am leaning against her.

I kiss under her chin so her eyelids flutter. She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me towards her so my lips fall on hers. Her hands don't leave my twisted shirt, keeping me close to her.

Whenever I try to break apart from her, she pulls on her grip on my shirt again so I can't. Every time she pulls on it, we lie against each other tighter and tighter.

My hands are on either side of her, keeping me balanced. But when we kiss, the floor tilts under me anyway.

When we eventually stop, I only remain where I am and gaze at her. Her lips are swollen, her eyes look at me with complete trust, and her body curves towards me like a magnet. Gorgeous. Absolutely Gorgeous.

I kiss her forehead and finally pull away. I sigh as we both lay on our backs. The room falls into a comfortable silence. When I glance back at her, I find that she is staring at me.

"What?" I laugh my words.

She just shakes her head in response and says, "I could stare at you all day and never get bored."

I stare at her. Maybe too long, because she blushes and looks away.

Then I lean over and quickly kiss along her collarbone and her cheek before laying on my back again. I can practically feel her radiating smile.