"Daft question, really," I joke, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from kissing him again. Every fibre of my being wants to keep feeling what it just felt, again and again. His hand is still cupping my face and I feel his thumb gently brush my cheek. Little tingles spring up along its path and I sigh happily, my heart thumping dangerously fast. He stands up straight and we both laugh lightly a little as we still stand there staring at each other.
"We should um...I mean I am quite hungry," I say, suddenly feeling shy as I gesture with my head toward the house. He nods and looks at me like I just made his entire day.
We continue to walk up the slope and I am buzzing. He may not feel the bond, but he really does feel something and to say I am overjoyed at that fact, would be an understate
