I arrived and he ran to meet me. He was out of breath. I put my hand on his chest letting the palpitation of his heart dance on my fingers. I knew that this would be one of the last times I felt his heart race for me. He took my hand, looked into my eyes and said, "follow me." He led me to a little room with no windows, my heart began to race with his. We spoke of how we should stop, we argued. Then he placed his hands on my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder. We gradually pulled away from each other and locked eyes. Then shared the gentlest kiss. The subtle passion in this kiss grew, and lead us up against the wall. I reached up and touched his cheek, as I did so his hands slid down my back, venturing further down. He pulled me close and squeezed me in his hands. Our bodies pressed together creating a feeling neither of us had felt previously. Suddenly voices murmured in the world outside, and in a panic he switched off the lights. We stood in the dark, in silence. He slowly walked up to me and kissed me with urgency, holding my face in his large palms. Lengthy fingers slid through my hair, then down my back to my waist. He kneeled before me, as if to worship. I kneeled with him and we kissed again, our intensity still growing. He leaned back, and I followed until I lay atop him. Our panting bodies as one in this moment. He rolled me over and hovered over me. We both longed to live in this moment, the end of us looming outside this room. I whispered, "I love you." He whispered, "I'll love you for the rest of my life."