Cold, ghostly, insubstantial – all these things I was afraid of – but it wasn't like that, it wasn't like that at all.
Warm, gently, tingling – a spark that set my skin alight – His hand was in mine and I felt my body react to all these things that my head had been thinking over – He was holding my hand – And I thought I could die right there and be happy.
I opened my eyes to find his.
"I didn't think it would be like this." He smiled, before leaning forward.
"Are – are you doing what I think you're doing?" I asked, my voice cracking, my heart pounding in my chest. He stopped for a moment, flashing be a crooked grin.
"Are you afraid?"
"No," I told him honestly, scooting closer and clutching onto his hand. I used my other to weave through the bronze locks on the nape of his neck – silky smooth – "But I was afraid you would want to do something else…Like leave." He laughed – it sounded like bells – he was beautiful –
"Don't move, alright," he chided. I would have replied, smarmily, but then he was pressing his lips to mine. No words for that one, not even witty.