"It's May! It's Spring, it's the fly season! These May flies are everywhere!" I complained. Maura and I were having coffee and chatting at a nearby cafe.
"You know what, Susie told me the other day that a fly got stuck on her lips because of her lip gloss" Maura chuckled, looked at me, and pointed to her pink lips to show me the location of where the fly had landed and gotten stuck.
Instead of looking into her eyes like I normally do, my attention followed her finger, and I looked at her lips for the first time. I have never noticed that she had such thin light pink lips.
Perfect light pink lips. I want to feel those lips against mine. I want to kiss her.
My heart rate quickened and I felt warm. My gaze darkened.
Desire.
I realized that I have never felt this strong of a desire to kiss anybody.
I want to kiss her.
I want to kiss her.
It wasn't until she pulled away her left index finger from her lips and looked away bashfully to the right that I realized that I have been staring at her lips. Her reaction tells me that there is no doubt she saw the hunger in my eyes.
Busted. I'm caught.
I got nervous and I did what I do best when I am nervous. I reached for my coffee and drank it.
Without acknowledging what just happened, I put down my coffee and continued the conversation,
"You know, I was walking out the cafeteria today after lunch and a fly flew right into my mouth! I did not want that for dessert!"
