200 Say it again

If not for the soft music which he could still hear, his vision which allowed him watch every of the girl's movement, and his body which still felt warm under her soft touches, Leo would have thought he had died from sheer excitement.

He had thought the kiss on the forehead could not be measured with anything else, but he had been wrong. She had said those words, those three words he yearned to hear. She had said it, and she meant it. He couldn't describe how he had felt at the moment those words left her soft lips. He hadn't expected it, he had expected it at all. He had been willing to give her time to know how she truly felt about him. But tonight, he heard the words. And if he had thought that was all, then the next thing that came was even better and more surprising. She kissed him.