Little Moments

Second Kiss

My first kiss was a sizzler, filling me with wonder and need for another.
My nerves were spiked as I walked up his gravel encrusted driveway. There was an underlying fear that he didn't enjoy it, that he didn't feel the sparks cracking within me.

As I come to his front door I push aside my nerves. He is still the same person after all.
Hitting the doorbell I wait with my hands in my hoodie. He opens the door. My breath catches, his shiny grey/green eyes sparkle with boyish mischief.

We spend a couple hours cuddled up watching the cooking show he knows I like. But my mind wanders to last week, the taste of licorice and mint, how gentle it was, the aftermath of thoughts that persisted for days.

As if he could sense my thoughts, he pulled up facing me. My nerves tingled, sending currents throughout my body. He let is eyes roam my face pausing for awhile at my lips. Tilting my head, I bring my mouth to his.

We start slow figuring each other out. He slides his hands down to my hips, we pick up the pace. I pull him closer tangling my fingers in his hair. He presses against me, letting his tongue graze the corner of my lip, then brushes it to the roof of my mouth. I return the pressure gently, sliding mine on his lower lip.

A door slams and we break apart hastily, hearts pounding. His mom comes in and makes small talk. I slowly relax, joining the conversation.

My heart rate picks up when I feel him touching my hip, just out of sight. It's feels like a reminder, that things have only just begun.