Falling

I wasn't kidding. I would marry you.
...I think I'm falling in love with you all over again.

An excerpt from a book I love, The Sweet Far Thing:

I turn my head, and there is Kartik, bare-chested, walking toward me. I take his face into my hands, kissing him hard and recklessly. I want to crawl inside his skin. This magic is nothing like the magic we have played with before. It is raw and urgent, with no facade to hide behind. This is what they don't want us to feel, to know.

"Kiss me," I whisper.