Riddle OneShots

8: Kiss her

"Love?"

"Yes Mattheo?"

"Do you still remember our first kiss?"

"Of course I do! The rainy afternoon we visited Hogsmead and during the way back you kissed me. How could I forget.... Why do you ask this at 2 a.m. my pretty boy?"

"Because I just remembered what I was thinking about during the kiss."

"And what was that?"

"Well, I remembered a text I've once read."

And with that he drew lines in the air until, in golden letters, there stood a text.

'Kiss her. 

Slowly, take your time, there's no place you'd rather be. 

Kiss her, but not like you're waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. 

Nothing like that. 

Kiss her like you've forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. 

Kiss her with a curious childish delight. 

Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. 

Kiss her until she mo@ns. Kiss her with her face in your hands, or your hands in her hair. 

Or pulling her closer at the waist. 

Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. 

Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you're the brightest thing she's ever seen. 

Kiss her like she's the brightest thing you've ever seen. Take your time. 

Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you're ever going to taste. 

Kiss her until she forgets how to count. 

Kiss her stupid. 

Kiss her silent. 

Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.'

"Wow Mattheo, that's ... uhm.. special! I'll never forget. And the kiss was the best one I ever had."

"Yeah, I do think so too. Should I take you back in time to our first kiss?"

"Hmm"

"Okay listen, I'll explain it to you."

"Oh shut up my pretty boy and kiss me already!"