It was as if she had seen her for the first time;
the honey blonde hair
the hazel eyes
the pink lips and
the twinkle in her eyes.
Blushing and gazing down
as if they never met before
as if they didn't work together
as if they weren't best friends
as if they didn't spend every minute together
It was cold outside
but it was warm inside
It was warm in her arms
and inside her shirt
An honest mistake
trying to fight the cold
But she didn't remove her hands
she just left them there
Hiding from the cold
hiding from the world
The hazel melted with the brown
and the rough fingers met the soft
as the cheeks touched lightly
and the lavender was smelled
There was no cold
There was combustion
There were explosions
Trembling lips pressed unsurely
But in a second
It all made sense