Champagne
Relationships are like champagne.
What they don't know, is that it doesn't always fizzle, that it goes flat like champagne left out overnight.
It's not unexpected that the thought doesn't cross either of their minds. It's hard to think anything with his hands in her hair, his mouth on hers, her tongue sliding past his lips.
Bella's seventeen, pressed against a soda machine, and Edward's hand is sliding farther up her shirt as people pass through the hall on the other side of the wall. If there was no risk of getting caught, would they still feel such urgency? Would their hands explore each other with the same fervor in five years, ten, in their own living room, their own bed?
But it's not five years from now, or ten. The chances they take are insane. They touch as they pass each other in the halls. They shoot each other looks they think that no one else can see. They kiss in his car in the middle of the school day until they are drunk on each other's taste, dizzy from lack of oxygen and reason. When he comes to her, late at night, he parks around the corner and climbs in through her window, but he stays later each time. He wants to see how she looks when the morning sun touches her, wants to see her before anyone else can. He wants that image of when she belongs to only him burned in his brain.
Years from now, they'll wonder why they can't feel that with anyone else anymore. She'll mourn the absence of the one who made her feel electrically charged. He'll mourn the loss of the one who could short-circuit him with a touch. When they kiss their new lovers, they will not open their mouths hungrily. They will open their mouths to discuss schedules and bills.
But tonight their mouths open to drink champagne straight from the bottle, in the kind of illicit motel room that doesn't ask for an ID. There are no parents, no best friends, no exes, no past. There is no future to intrude.
There is only his hand high on her leg, his face in her neck, her soft skin beneath his fingers. They crash together like the ocean, and when they kiss they taste promise and electricity and champagne, and they drink the whole bottle before the bubbles go flat.