Written in the wee hours of the morning as inspiration struck - finally. Prompt: Overlook. Well, technically. But also inspired by the prompt "first kiss," which I also got. I just wrote it with overlook in mind. It's confusing and I'm tired shhh.
It wasn't as though he hadn't noticed her before - they had been in the same circles; they had the same friends.
It was just that he hadn't noticed her before. Not like this. And he could not stop watching.
She twirled in the snow, laughing when she fell, just lying there and holding out her tongue to catch the snowflakes, and he felt like he would implode from the magnitude of the gravitational pull her heart seemed to have on his.
He bent over and kissed her. She gasped her surprise into his mouth and he pulled away, staring down at her. She gaped up at him, all big brown eyes and red lipstick, and he loved her.
How had he overlooked this before?
I don't know, Terry, how had you? Have you? Idk shhh.