“I’m still trying to accept the idea that someone is capable of loving me.” I told him, as his hands grasped mine. It was strange to know when he held them now he meant the physical touch much more than it had meant before. His hand cupped my cheek before tucking back loose strands of my hair.
“It’s okay to be scared.”
“I’m terrified.” I said honestly. He leaned down pressing his forehead against mine. My hands rested against his chest, taking in the feel of him. I had never felt so strongly for someone.
“I’m right here; for you.”