More Becoming

I was going to ask him what that meant, but then he was right in front of me, wrapping his arms around me and leaning down, his lips just inches from my own. My heart literally skipped a beat and then his lips met mine and I suddenly couldn't remember what I was supposed to be asking about.
I couldn't remember anything with him kissing me like that. All I could focus on was how mouthwatering he tasted. On how hungry it made me for something more. Or how delicious he had been when I'd accidentally punctured his skin and nearly drained him of blood. His scent alone was enough to do me in, but having to taste even a little bit of that combination of homemade cookies, fresh cut grass, and sea-salt air...