First Kiss

The date has been going well. You've both been talking and laughing, the conversation comes easily. There have been compliments given and received. It's fairly obvious that you are both enjoying each others company, and that this won't be the only date. But it's getting late, and you've walked to a front doorstep. Coffee has been offered, and rejected, because no one wants to rush things.

You've both said how much you've enjoyed yourselves, and that you want to see each other again. And then, for the first time this evening, there is an awkward pause. You're standing close, holding hands. You both look at each other, intently. Neither is ready to make a move and both desperately want to. One of you looks away, but looks back almost at once. You barely realize you've leaned in closer together, but you are aware that you're now very close. Intimately close. Hearts are beating, nerves are buzzing. In this one moment, everything is possible. In this one moment, everything is anticipated.

And while you are both bursting to kiss, there is that tiny part that worries, "What if they are a bad kisser?" "What if my breath stinks?" And then someone, or both lean forward, lips brushing lips, parted slightly. This is nice. This is perfect. Tongues gently tease and retract. Someone cups the others cheek, and you're both drawn into a tight embrace. You feel warm, and your tummy does flips and you think, "Don't let this end!" But you have to, eventually, because no one can kiss forever.

The time comes to part, but you do so unwillingly, and you're still holding hands, or are holding hands again, you can't even remember. And "goodnight" is whispered softly, and one of you goes inside, while the other walks down the steps and off, into the darkness, while both of you are thinking, "Yay!"