The kiss was warm and it carried so many feelings. Feelings of joy, regret, sadness, pain, longing... This sort of warm kiss made Michael wonder if this was actually real or if he was just in a dream that would torment him once he woke up.
Whatever it was, he wished he could stay in this moment a bit longer, in Michael's arms.
'What will I do once I meet Noah again?'
This question had played in Michael's mind a few times, no, plenty of times, over the years but each time, he couldn't come up with a conducive answer.
He simply wished for that moment to come and once it did, he would know what to do then.
Right now... He simply wanted to enjoy the privilege of being in Noah's arms, kissing him and sharing the heat from his body.
Be it real or fake, he would not give up this chance to be with Noah and tell him what he wished to say for so long.
"Michael," Noah called in a little hushed tone as he broke the kiss. "I really love you."
