I step close and put my arms around you, around your shoulders, and press you close to me, and I feel your arms go around my waist almost vaguely. I breathe in your scent, trying to memorize the width of your shoulders, the contrast of your height against mine, how my chin feels supported on […]

He kissed her, softly, tentatively, feather-light and undemanding. He opened his lips, slightly damp and took her upper lip between his own, sucking softly, so softly, the slightest press of soft lips.

He stood near, a faint smile on his face, a question in his eyes. She looked up, gave him a faint smile, and answered with her eyes.

He pulls me along. Come on. Eyes bright, dancing, and I hesitate. What’s he up to now?