Story: To Be Loved (Work In Progress)

I'm working on a story. It's in two people's point of view. (It goes back and forth.)
Here's a little summary, a little taste of what it's about.
Elena Skye is a happy woman. She's getting married to the handsome, guitar-playing Adam Armani, her true love. She loves him and only him. But she begins to doubt that this is true when only weeks before her wedding, Adam's fraternal twin brother, Aaron, confesses his feelings for her. Now she must choose between the man she has loved and promised to love forever, or the man that will love her no matter who she chooses. This won't be easy, this can't be easy, when all both men want is for her to be happy...but with who?

And now a little piece of each P.O.V.:

Aaron's P.O.V.

“You don’t love me.”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t,” I said through my teeth.
“Yes, I do,” she retorted stubbornly.
“You don’t!”
Then she crossed her arms. “Prove it.”
I looked up at the ceiling, letting out a puff of air.
I leaned in as she closed her eyes.
Our lips met. I tasted a piña colada kind of taste this time. Much sweeter than last time.
Her soft lips made me realize that she was just soft in general. Her lips, her eyes, her voice, her skin, her everything. I wrapped my arms around her. She rested her hands on my shoulders, slowly making their way to my back. I could feel her nails digging into my skin just from gripping on tightly.
She was so soft. So warm…
I broke away slowly. “Now, compare that to when you kiss Adam,” I directed her, my voice only a whisper.
“It’s…” she paused. “With Adam, it’s butterflies, but with you…it’s…fireworks.”
I put my face into my hands.
Why was she making this so complicated?
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she whispered. “You don’t like me anymore.”
The corners of my lips twitched, tempting me to show a wide grin. “You’re wrong.”
Her eyes had a glint of hope in them as she stared up at me.
“But like you said,” I continued. “It doesn’t matter. Look, I just want you to be happy. But I want you to be happy with Adam. Alright?”
She merely nodded.
“I’ll be here at eight to pick you up for the job interview.”
I left the house and went to the beach.
I wished my brother luck. I had kissed those sweet lips for the last time. I’d only tasted strawberry and coconut. He will taste much more. Bubble gum, watermelon, vanilla, coconut, kiwi...

Skye's P.O.V.

I felt tears in my eyes as I realized something.
I really was an idiot. I’d been spending so much time with Aaron, too much time, to try to figure out my feelings for him, that I’d completely forgotten about the love I had for Adam. We’ve never had a day to ourselves, with Adam always busy. You know, some time alone.
“It’s beautiful,” I finally managed, but my voice was only a whisper.
“I wanted to sing it at the wedding,” he muttered.
I looked at him in complete awe. He met my gaze and leaned in slowly. Our lips met.
Adam had always been gentle, giving me soft kisses, but this kiss was passionate.
It made my heart skip a beat.
He made his way down to my neck. His lips caressed my skin. He ran his fingers across my shoulder and down my arm, and his soft touch gave me goose bumps. He twisted his fingers into the spaces between mine. I wrapped my legs around him.
“So warm…” he said as he kissed me, then pulled away. “Wait. Isn’t this supposed to be part of the honeymoon?” He was beginning to smirk.
“I can’t wait that long,” I breathed. He bit his lip, and once again, he pressed his lips to mine.
“Now you wait,” I told him, pulling away. “Weren’t you exhausted just a while ago?”
He laughed. “Your point?” was all he said before he continued kissing me all over.
In my head, I was imagining the butterflies in my stomach fluttering up into the sky, and suddenly exploding into a star of colors, shining brightly and luminously in the blue of the night above my head.
Fireworks.