• She stepped closer.

    They were toe to toe and he could feel her breath, let it tickle his cheek, move his hair.

    He reached up and cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand.

    “What is this?” she asked.

    He moved his other hand so it was gripping her arm.

    “I don’t know,” he whispered, moving even closer.

    “What are we doing? This is…is…” Her hand came up to rest lightly on his neck.

    His hand slid up her arm and into her hair.

    It was the softest thing he’d ever felt.

    “This is something different,” he said.

    Her other hand pushed back gently on his chest.

    “I’m scared.” Her eyes shimmered with tears.

    “I know,” he whispered. He leaned his forehead into hers.

    She looked down. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

    “Neither do I,” he confessed.

    They stepped closer.

    “Then what should we do?”

    “Whatever we feel like.”

    Their noses brushed.

    She tipped her face up.

    Their lips touched.

    For that moment, nothing mattered, the world didn’t exist, time stopped, and it was all okay.

    ~End