The Fake Concert Tickets

"You can't keep doing this..." I whispered as his face was inches from mine.

"What do you mean?" He asked quietly, his voice ever so raspy.

"Drawing this out, I feel like I've been drowning all night in your presence." I shuttered as his hands suddenly rested on both of my upper arms.

His hands gently slid down both my arms until his fingers entwined with mine.

He lightly pressed his forehead against mine, the warmth overtaking my body.