She could find no words to describe the terror she was in. He was taking over her entire being. His breath was warm on her neck; his right hand pulling her closer; his left messing with her fiery curls. She was being lured in and even as her mind was shouting to get out, her heart beat faster. She pulled his lips to hers, kissing him with a passion that she never had known before.

Passion. She could laugh out loud at the thought. Did not the fruit named after such emotions have a tranquilizing effect on the body? She had to admit, it was properly named. She was scared that she was going to loose herself, but he was kissing her with such zeal that she was rendered useless, feeling as if a sedative was injected into her body.

She looked him in the eyes as they surfaced for breath and realized it. She loved him. She loved him with every fiber of her being. She saw that same love being reflected in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you.” She murmured gently, pulling him down for another kiss.