Those Moments

A Kiss

Hey, my little readers!  Sorry about the longer wait.  It's finals week and I didn't have time to update over the weekend.  Don't forget to comment and vote!  This story is a bit shorter than the others. ~~~Smurfette

I run into his arms. He cradles the small of my back. I breath in his wonderful scent. The scent I have waited years to inhale and adore. My feet can't find the ground considering our difference in height. Eventually they do, and I pull away from the hug though still in his embrace. His eyes wander until they meet mine, then they're directed towards my lips. And I know what he wants to do next. I want him to do it as well. Then finally, those soft lips I've been waiting and pining after for years, come closer.

And closer...

And closer...

...so close I can feel their presence on my own lips, making mine tingle. At this point our noses brush each other. He looks at me besides the closeness, as if asking for permission. I give him my answer. I press those small, soft lips against my own.

The kiss isn't long. But when I break away from him, I can see a hint of disappointment on his face. He seemed to be sad I ended it so soon. Though I knew it was the first of many kisses that would have me just as breathless as I am now. But then his expression changed to that goofy grin of his. The one that kept me waiting for so very long.

All he could muster out was one simple, "Wow".

It was in that moment I knew the wait was worth it. I had waited so long for us to be together again.  Somehow, with an ocean between us, we made it.  To be so patient for that one word was maybe the hardest thing I have ever done. No, it was definitely the hardest thing I've ever done. But in the end, my wish had been granted by one incredibly gorgeous british boy.

Wow indeed, my love. Wow indeed.