His hand moved to her hip gripping lightly but with force around it, he paused the kiss just to take a breath as he met her lips once again hearing Roselyn's moan to complain for the lack of contact. He smiled, locking his lips with hers once again. This time the kiss was more hasty and repetitious as he was tasting every inch of her lips. Their tongues caressed each other, and a covetous chase followed.
It was better than she imagined. She felt like heaven, still unsure of the moment she was living, whether it was a dream. She smiled when he took back, but when opening her eyes, she noticed he was doing the same.
"Am I dreaming?" She asked, they both laughed.
He stood up and took her up, carrying her.
"I can walk," Roselyn complained, but he shook his head.
He ran toward home, and after some minutes they were standing in front of the door. Before opening the door, he waited for her to catch her breath back.
