The world spins in circular turns as the grass at their feet rumples with the wind. The day is nice, the sky is blue, the sounds of a new born summer cry through the air. The mood is perfect, the day is perfect.
The smell of his breath as he leans in is perfect.
Everything is perfect.
Nothing is perfect.
"You have got to be crazy" she whispers, the sharp contrast of his black hair sends shivers down her spine. He smiles lamely and shakes his head. His eyes are parallel to hers, his nose is parallel to hers, his lips are almost there…Air inhales, breath exhales. Her eyelashes shake and shudder for a moment then drop, and the dark of not being able to see hits her. This is so wrong.
His hands are not on her back, they're not in a comfortable position, but when he leans in and the moment happens, why should they care? Soft lips on soft lips, moist lips on moist lips. The heat generated between them is almost too much to bare, electrons jump. The ground under her feet lashes out viciously, and then stops suddenly.
Time stops suddenly.
Their lips on their lips.
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A ten minute writing challenge for myself. It's been a long time and I just wanted to see that I could do it. Review if you please, I know it's not much, but as I said, it was for ten minutes. I need to get back in the swing of things:) Kind of off-character but that wasn't what I was aiming for.