Skin on fire at the touch of their hand in the small of your back, fingers trailing down your neck. Goosebumps.
It’s that moment. The few seconds before the kiss, when the time slows down and the rest of the world fades to grey.
Pause. Lips almost touching. You breathe in their outward breath, warm and sweet. It sets the butterflies in your stomach dancing.
That’s the moment.
Bodies press closer, eyes close, lips meet… and you plunge from the top of the rollercoaster.
My favourite feeling in the world. That’s how you know.