What do you wear for a date that's not a date?

That was the dilemma I was faced with. And rather surprisingly, I was having a hard time working it out. In the end, I plumped for my black ruffle skirt and black and blue cross tee. Smart, pretty and comfortable. We were working after all.

I'd just put my hair up when you knocked. I ran downstairs, slightly flustered, and opened the door. There you were, standing in the doorway in that peculiar way of yours, and my heart skipped a few beats.

"You look nice."

I hadn't expected a compliment. I flustered, trying to think what to say.

"Ummmmm...thank you. Do you want to come in?" Stupid question, of course he does.

You smiled, and walked in. We set up the laptop for research and spread out on the living room floor. Our project began to blossom. Words, sentences, pictures, growing on the page. We said little, just enjoying each others company quietly.

"When was Pasteur born? I don't remember."

I reached for the laptop, "I'll check." My hands brushed the keyboard, as you reached for the laptop too. Our hands touched.

It was just that. Your skin on mine. You were cold, yet my hands burned at your touch. My stomach did flips. The room span. I felt suddenly spaced.

I turned to you. Your eyes were glistening, shining. You kept your hand on mine, sending electricity up my arm. I was paralysed, being sucked into a vortex of you.

Gently, softly, your free hand stroked my cheek. You leaned in towards me, so slowly. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. You were downing me. It was beautiful.

And then your warm lips pressed so tenderly on mine.

It was like being hit with a large hammer. Every sense was on high, taking in your taste, the smell of you. My brain collapsed and died of an overload. My hands on your shoulders, pulling you close. I felt close to passing out. I didn't care.

You pulled away, gently. It took a minute for me to come back from the stars.

You were smiling at me, a beautiful smile full of warmth.

"I don't think we're friends anymore."

I remembered to breathe at last.

"No, definitely not."

And you pulled me in for another kiss.