Kissing Shadows

"Can I kiss you, Tera Cartwright?"

I nodded, ignoring the fact that my open back dress was exposing me to the rough wall.

She came closer, cupping my face in her soft hands, holding her cigarette between the forefinger and middle of her right hand. I could smell her perfume, strong and definite, mixing with the smoke she breaths and the minty smell of her hair. God, her everything. My thoughts were all over the place as she stepped closer, looking at my lips, pressing her body close to mine, probably feeling my heart beating a million times a minute.

"God damn it, kiss me already."