Nothing had ever felt so perfect in my life until now; every subtle movement and shift in angle warmed my insides as we kissed, all of it a gorgeous concoction of affection and desire. I had never felt so at peace and like I was precisely where I belonged: Goras` side. I gasped quietly against his advancements, the sensation of his teeth lightly nibbling on my bottom limp a foreign yet welcome one. Slowly, I leaned back down so I was resting completely against the bed, my hand continuing to caress his jawline. My eyes had fluttered closed as we touched and shifted every now and then, desire building up deep within me. I knew that it was highly unlikely we would go further than this, but that did not prevent me from wanting it to. The dominance and care he was showing towards me was palpable as well, especially when his tongue slipped into my mouth and dominated my own.

It felt like his touch and presence was the remedy for my illness, his close warmth and mere existence more than enough to distract me from the cold and pain I was enduring. I was a little concerned that he would catch whatever sickness had struck me, but since it was a peculiar case.. I doubted he could even catch it. I opened my eyes as I leaned back slightly, temporarily breaking off the kiss to meet his gaze. For what felt like hours, I simply stared at him as I cupped his cheeks, feeling incredibly grateful and blessed to have him in my life despite everything else. I wanted to be his for as long as he would let me; I wanted to be the only person in the world to see this side of him. Sheepishly, I smiled as I continued to silently admire him, a faint red hue dancing across my cheeks since I was rather flustered and still intoxicated. Of course, I would still remember all of this in the morning; I wasn`t too drunk. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I was afraid to do so. I knew that it was too soon, even if I knew deep down what I was feeling could only be described as love.

I was absolutely enchanted by his appearance and everything else, every single aspect that made him.. well, him, was infatuating to me. I could stare into his eyes all day and night if he let me, bask in his touch and close proximity as if it were divinity itself. Furthermore, his gentleness and soft affection were affecting me in ways I never could have imagined, yet I wanted it to stay this way for as long as possible. I wanted to kiss him forever, but I knew that was a surreal dream, something that could never be true even if serenity and peace somehow existed in our lives one day. Of course, I doubted that even that was possible given our circumstances.

I smiled up at him as his hand gently rested against my own, laughing quietly in both satisfaction and simple amusement when he carefully rested against me completely. I wanted to keep him here forever and it showed in the manner I shifted my hands to rest gently over his shoulders, closing my eyes and sighing softly. He made me feel safe, cherished, and wanted, all of these sentiments things that had once been so foreign and absurd to me before he had reappeared in my life. This felt so.. right and perfect, even if at this very moment I was still feeling ill and like absolute shit. His presence was definitely a welcome distraction, along with his touch and mere presence. I truly knew that he was the one I wanted to be with forever, even if it did sound absurd and a little silly. All I wanted from here on out was one thing: Goras.