~CELINE POV~

I clung to him, my hands tangling in his hair, as if afraid he'd disappear if I let go. He pulled back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"I've wanted this since the moment I saw you," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. "But I didn't want to push. I didn't want to scare you away."

"You didn't," I murmured, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "But I was scared of myself. Of what I felt."

He smiled, a sad, tender expression that made my heart ache. "We're ...