I break our kiss then move toward the door, keeping her fingers firmly entwined with mine. Her skin is soft and tender against my calloused hands and it’s killing me to let her go. The guard is standing over us, growing impatient. 
I place a final kiss to her lips then I whisper, “You’re worth loving, Presley. Every second, every minute and every hour of my life, you will always be worth loving.” ~Drake Evans