RS: Just a short, 274 word drabble-y thingy.
Only a Kiss
"It was only a kiss."
That is what he had told her. But no, not only a kiss. She could still feel the soft suppleness of his lips against hers, his breath hot on her face. She could still feel the heat of his hands whipping at her cheeks, glancing at the blazing inferno, captivated by his eyes. If it were only a kiss, she would not recall the details. She would not fight down the disappointment at her boyfriend's affections, ones which could never compare to his, if it were only a kiss.
Her boyfriend's, her own boyfriend's, not this boy who had merely found her mouth appealing for a fleeting moment, and brought his own against it. But she was no longer satisfied with the word. And was she still, despite this other man's touch, his girlfriend? Did they still share that pure bond between them, one of contentment and care? Should he find out, surely he would no longer accept her. Should she tell him? Would he still accept her?
It was then she knew what to do, what she felt. She did not love Zack any longer; she could not force herself to feel. Bringing a hand to her face, she lightly traced her lips and cheeks. She could still remember every detail; where Warren had placed his hands, how his mouth had touched first her lower lip, then her upper. The memory was beautiful. He was beautiful. And he may have been taken, but that hardly mattered any longer. She would have to flee from her feelings, there was no question, but perhaps she could escape discontent as well.
RS: Erm, I guess by now you must've guessed that it was Magenta. Oh well, please leave a review!!!