It happened so suddenly. His hand on my cheek. His face close to mine, so close I could taste his breath. He brushed a few stray hairs from my face, looked at me with those entrancing eyes, clasped my waist in his free hand.
Without knowing I did so, I moved a bit closer to him and tilted my head to look into his face. He slid his hand behind my head--God, my heart was beating faster than I'd thought was possible--and his lips touched mine.
I staggered into him a little--from shock or the remaining effects of alcohol, I didn't know. My eyes closed, I forgot where I was entirely. All I was aware of was Sky, kissing me, and my alternating bewilderment, elation, and disbelief. I simply couldn't believe what I had done tonight: running off to Havana with a gambler, inadvertently getting myself embarrassingly drunk, and now falling in love with him. And kissing him... perhaps a little more passionately than was appropriate, but somehow that didn't matter anymore. Sin, along with religion altogether, had faded from my mind.
It was over too quickly, though we held on to each other as long as we could. He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, scattering kisses over my cheeks and forehead. I still grasped his shoulders to support myself, not quite knowing what to make of this. I could faint right about now... yes, judging from the way I couldn't seem to keep my balance, that was a possibility.
His eyes filled with concern as he saw the expression on my face--one of half-vacant lightheadedness, I've no doubt. "Are you all right?"
"I... I don't know yet, but I love you, Sky Masterson." Laughing for no real reason, I sank forward into his arms. This apparently satisfied him, and he held me tightly against his chest as I giggled like a schoolgirl. I couldn't remember acting like this since my childhood years.
I would have kissed him again right then and there, but my grandfather walked in unexpectedly, and we were forced to abandon our courting for the moment.