Gaz's hands went from your neck to your cheeks, bringing your face closer to his. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes squeezed shut. "I don't care." His voice was so soft, so sincere. "I love you," he uttered out.

"It's a sin," you replied, baffled.

"Then let me sin," he didn't hesitate, not once, "with you, for the rest of my life."

You paused, your eyes wide. "We'll be outcasts." You almost scoffed.

"Together," he added in a whisper. His hands slid down to your neck once more, giving you enough time to pull away before he pressed his lips against yours.