"I was waiting for the sun to chase me," he breathes, drawing me to his chest. In one swift movement, my lips are on his. The world is spinning. He kisses me like this is the moment he's envisioned all his life. Like this is heaven on Earth. For me, it is. A blissful moment before something that could be the end. The rush before the fear. He whispers, "I fucking love you." I smile, my lips tingling. "Guess what?" "What?" "I love you more than chocolate cake."