Her heart in her throat, she moved when he did– crushed him into her arms and clutched at his back, his own arms wrapping around her and his head buried in her neck.
She moved when he did– turned to face him as he faced her, fluid and desperate, trembling with emotion, his lips touching hers […]

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?