by Erin Ajello
He put his arm around my waist, and we worked on inching our hands closer until we could link them together. I stayed close to his chest, and let our hands rest in his lap for a moment. After a few quick moments of several shy, smiling glances, after having him gently rest his head on my shoulder for but a second, I kissed the top of his forehead and watched his face light up. He kissed my check in return, and as I played with his shirt sleeve, he ran his hand along my wrist as my whole body seemed to shiver and melt all at once. He joined our hands again, all four this time, and when he kissed my fingertips, I knew that I had never been so kindly kissed in eighteen years.
Kiss my lips next time, love.
