Your mouth was soft and surprised. I landed on one corner, then slid across to kiss you square. You smelled like bergamot and honey and the sea, and I wanted to taste, too, but I was afraid. I kissed you gently but firmly, and I kept my tongue to myself--time enough for that if I hadn't ruined everything already, I thought. My body didn't agree. It wanted you then and there, but I concentrated on your scent and the texture of your lips, and then it was over--our first kiss. I pulled my head back and looked at you.