I was conclusively unprepared. You would think that after all the hours I'd spent with
him, watching him talk, laugh and pout - that I would know all there was to know
about his lips. But I hadn't imagined how warm they would feel pressed up against
my own.
The kiss erased every thought. For the first time in forever my mind was secured into
the present. The worries of my life vanished like the last spark on a burnt piece of paper.
My usual mode of blocking him out was suspended, and I had no wish for the kiss to end.
Drunk on endorphins my only urge was to touch him, to move my hands under his hard
yet smooth bare chest and feel his warmth radiating off him. In moments the soft caress
became firmer, he savored my lips, and the quickening of my breath matched his own. A
kiss like this was a beginning, a promise of more to come.
His tongue brushed my bottom lip pleading to give way. I gave him access and he
