I remember you holding me in that corner for support and how it felt nice to be in your arms while I had mine wrapped around your neck. I could feel my heart beating against your chest, your breath on my neck. Somehow your lips found their way onto mine until I responded by standing on tiptoe and kissing you back.
It was an intoxicated first kiss. But I had wanted that kiss. I had hoped for that kiss. And while I may have been sloppy (I don’t really know), it felt magical especially now when I try to look back on that night. No expectations. No questions asked. Clumsy yet passionate. Sweet yet filled with a hunger that needed to be satisfied.
And there we were, kissing in the dark as if nothing else mattered. As if we were lost in the motion of our own lips, swept by the fury of our emotions.
