You never forget that very first kiss...a tantalizing short story to keep you warm on this icy day

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You Moved First

You never forget that very first kiss......

        My eyes struggle to adjust to the early morning sunlight flooding the tent as I become acutely aware of a muscular arm beneath my neck. My mind races as I lift my gaze and we lock eyes, a small grin on your lips. The overnight relay, I remember as the previous night comes flooding back.

       “Sleep well?” you whisper quietly. I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. You’re still here and my brain can’t seem to comprehend that fact this early in the morning. I nod, embarrassed by my inevitable bed head, and praying that I didn’t drool on you profusely while I slept. Your arm tightens and you pull me closer so we’re face-to-face, your green eyes searching mine. We’ve played this cat-and-mouse game for so long, and now you’re in my tent, looking at me like I always dreamed you would. Am I still dreaming? I wonder as your fingers tangle themselves in my hair.

       Our faces are so close our noses almost touch, and I’m sure you can hear my heart pounding behind my ribcage. Your fingers are in my hair and entwined with mine, and your lips are so close. I wonder what you taste like, but I refuse to be the first one to move. The scent of you fills my senses and suddenly my lips are on yours. We part and I’m breathless.

      “You moved first.” You say with a complacent grin before covering your lips with mine again. 



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