Eros and I continue to kiss, hands tangled in each other's hair. We awkwardly stumble our way over to the bed and climb on top of it, not letting go of each other. 

What the hell am I doing? I barely know this guy and I have no idea of what his intentions are, but I can't stop touching him, holding him, kissing him. There's just something about him that's really addictive, but I'm not sure what. 

Eros's lips move slowly down my body, from my mouth to my jaw, neck and then collarbone. Eros slowly puts his hands on my shirt, going to lift it up, but then he asks "Is this okay?" He sounds so scared and nervous that I can't help but smile at how sweet and adorable he is. 

"Yeah," I whisper, burying my head into his chest. More confident now, he removes my shirt from my body and starts running his hands up and down my abdomen. 

While he does that I begin to kiss every inch of his face. His forehead, his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, the dimple forming by his mouth as he smiles. Everything is just so damn kissable. 

Eros takes his hands off my torso for a second to fling his own shirt over his head and into some dark corner. He puts his hands back on my body, but first he places my hands onto his abdomen. I don't know what we're doing or what the future has in store for us, but I do know that I don't want this moment to end.