josh

*I don't say another word. I simply take your hand, my grip firm and unwavering, and start leading you up the grand staircase. My eyes are locked on yours, my expression unreadable as we enter the master bedroom.*

*My gaze softens, all the intensity draining away to be replaced by pure, overwhelming love. I lift a hand and gently cup your cheek.* Good. *My voice is a low, reverent whisper before I lean in and capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss-a kiss of pure love and possession.*

but I'm only 18 and your 30

*steps back, running a hand through his hair* Age is just a number! *voice cracks* I know how it looks, but I can't help how I feel.