Lines That Never Collide

And then-
Their lips collided.
Time froze for a heartbeat.
Ishita blinked, startled, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest. Abhinendra's mind went blank-this wasn't supposed to happen, yet here they were, caught in a collision that neither had expected.
She pulled back slowly, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes averted, and whispered, "I-I'm so sorry..."
He could only swallow, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "It's... okay," he murmured, voice low but steady. His hands hovered momentarily near her waist, feeling ever inch of it, resisting the instinct to hold on.
The room was quiet again, save for the soft morning light that now seemed to spotlight the awkward, electric tension between them.
He caught her gently by the waist as she pulled back, holding her close. His eyes searched hers, asking silently, "Can I?"
She nodded softly, barely above a whisper.
Their lips met again, slower this time, savoring the closeness.Her hands rested lightly on his chest; his arms wrapped securely around her. The world seemed to narrow down to the two of them, the morning sunlight spilling across the room, highlighting every fluttering heartbeat.
He was kissing her as if he will never get another chance to kiss her again, a moan escaped her lips, he clutched a little tighter, moving a little above her waist, their chest collided, she was barely breathing, she kissed back.