Passion ; Any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, as love or hate.
This wasn't just a kiss. It was the most passionate thing I had ever experienced in my life. He had his arms wrapped around me and was kissing me the way you kiss a lover. He pinned me up against the door and I pushed him away. "Reese you have to go" He grabbed my chin and pulled my eyes to his gaze.
"Amelia. I haven't seen you in over a decade. I loved you when I was just 8. When I was too young to know what love was. And I don't think I ever stopped. It might sound silly but I never stopped. I am NOT leaving you. I don't care what you. I don't care who you have grown up to become. I love you Amelia Hawk. And you're coming with me."
Reese loved me too. "I will come with you Reese. I will run away with you. I swear to god nothing will ever touch you. I will never let anything hurt you." He smiled and his lips lightly caressed my neck. "Ditto." he exhaled. his breath was warm on my skin. As lame as he sounded, I knew he was using as little words as possible in fear of trying not to kill the mood. Nothing would kill my mood.
Little did he know that the words I spoke were not to reassure him of safety. It was to reassure myself.