The Kiss

“You can’t do it.” she teased me.

I was nervous. What if didn’t turn out to be good? What if my throat pretended to be a frog and started making weird noises? What if i sneezed? What if i bit his lip instead of kissing? Fuck! I was nervous? I was fucking scared!

“Shut up!” I said in a not-so-angry manner.

“Nah! Leave it.” she said, patting my hand.

she turned around to leave when i held her hand, gripping it firmly. She turned around. Her eyes met mine. She smiled.

I pulled her tshirt and she fell on top of me, with just an inch of distance between us. I could feel her breath kissing mine. Her hands were on either side of my shoulders, helping her to not completely fall on me. SHe kept looking in my eyes, deep.

I had no idea about the next step. A minute passed. Nothing happend. Another one passed. She just kept looking at me, waiting, patiently. I closed my eyes, gave up on my thoughts and before i could do anything she spoke.

“Open your eyes.” she said.

I opened my eyes. She smiled.

“We just kissed.” she said.

Was i drunk? Of course not! We didn’t kiss!

“What?” I asked, confused.

“We, just kissed.” she said it again.

I did not understand what she meant.

she did kiss my confused lips within a second but i didn’t understand what she meant.
Now I know.