We sat on my bed, I don't even remember what we were talking about. We were both a little tired, but neither wanted to leave. I think I interrupted you. I must have.You turned to look at me and I just stared. I had nothing to say, really. Then your eyes softened.

I leaned forward and quickly sealed the distance between our lips. Your lips were soft and new. They parted, making a bridge for our tongues. Arms wrapped around each other. Your arm around my waist; my hand at the nape of your neck. I felt myself begin to burn and swell. I pulled back. You were flushed and I knew I must be blushing. Your mouth still a little open, giving you a look of content surprise.

There was a knock on the door and the spell was broken. I dreaded having the moment interupted. I crept to the door and opened it a crack. In the corner of my eye, I saw you retreat to the alcove that is my pantry-slash-closet, but I ignore you for now, the crasher of our party being the pressing issue. It was a friend, requesting that I join him and his group of friends at the apartments. I thanked him but, no, I forcefully told him, as he was inebriated, I had plans.

I was finally able to dispatch the visitor. I turned my back to the door to find you had readied my bottle of wine and two glasses.

Perhaps we could kiss again.