His lips mold perfectly in mine and our bodies melt together.
It's like two puzzle pieces finally joining after hours of searching. It's like the shore fits so perfectly with the sea. It's like milk blends together smoothly with coffee.
It's like we were meant to be. It's like fate brought us together. It's like I was supposed to meet him in a coffee shop.
His lips meet mine with the same passion and heat and it almost feels like too much but I don't want to pull away. However, normal bodily functions get in the way and we separate heaving for air.
"I- Um," I have no words because the only thing that is running through my mind is the thought of kissing him again.
"Wow," he whispers, also at a loss for words.
We continue to stare into each other's eyes; bodies pressed closed and arms holding on to each other for dear life. I feel the warmth of his breath hitting my face and smell the sweet vanilla on it.
I immediately remember my ice cream and frantically pull away. "My ice cream!" I yell, look around and I finally spot it on the floor. Thankfully it is sitting upright in its cup, nothing damaged except for the spoon that is lying on the floor nearby.
"That is the second thing that you made me drop today!" I gently hit him on the chest while I bend down to pick up my ice cream. I cradle it and softly apologize for letting a boy get in between me and my true love.
"Ow," he says, rubbing the spot where I hit him. "You didn't have to kiss me, ya know."
I feel the blood rushing to my face and the butterflies rushing to their place in my stomach. I push it all to the side though and counter, "Well, would you have liked me not to kiss you?" I raise an eyebrow and purse my lips.
He looks like the flustered one now as I see his neck slowly starting to turn red. I grab the spoon from his cup and begin walking towards the entrance of the London Eye, which I finally realized.
I notice that he is not following me so I yell back over my shoulder, "Come on now, boyfriend." I add in the last part to high the fact that I am beyond nervous and scared to talk about any conversations relating to that topic.

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Meeting Him in a Coffee Shop ✓
Short StoryI smile, "Very well." I grab all the gross napkins to throw out. After throwing them out along with my now empty cup, I go over to him, "Ready to go, coffee-boy?" He laughs at my silly nickname for him, "Yeah, let's go, coffee-spiller! Onwards!" he...