His Story (Part 1)
You turn your face away, blush, and smile just a little when I say you’re pretty, and I fall in love with you all over again.
When you look up, the warmth in your eyes gives me the courage to ask for the kiss I need, and I watch your lips part slightly, a wordless answer.
You can see I’ve never wanted anything as much as this kiss, and I see the same in you, and yet I hesitate, savoring the anticipation.
Unexpectedly, you look away, catching your breath, and I follow your eyes to my hand, resting on the seat between us.
Slowly, I roll my hand over, exposing my palm, and then I watch, my heart racing, as your hand rises from the safety of your lap and is drawn forward.
We have known the unbridled honesty of lovers, sharing our stories, our dreams, our promises for countless hours with an ever deepening intimacy, but we had never touched, skin to skin, until now when your hand at last finds mine.