I was disappearing into that kiss, our tongues dancing, his warm arms wrapping around my back while I played with his hair and my chest pressed up against his.
We lost ourselves in each other. Plus, he tasted like vanilla ice cream, and I haven't been able to have ice cream since I got here, and kissing doesn't give me calories. Even if I didn't like him, I might be tempted to keep him just because he's yummy.
Our kiss broke, and Ira gasped for air and then hugged me, burying his face in my hair and resting his head on my shoulder while we both breathed heavily. I ran my fingers through his hair while gently petting him. He let out a pleasurable shiver and held me as if I were the most precious person in existence to him, and I felt my heart swell.
"Would you like to become my mate?" I said in a quiet voice.
