Me; little did he know that I was more than nervous.
And that it took everything in me to pull his lips back to mine to allow them to meet once more . Kissing him was like my own personal sample of ecstasy, in that moment he was my heroine. The way his lips felt on mine, as if they had been carved to fit with mine so perfectly. The sweet taste of the kiss still on my lips as our lips parted for the last time. I wanted him. More than I had ever wanted a man, even though it was in the most innocent of ways. I wanted to just sit there and kiss him all day. With my arm around him pulling him close. I hadn't wanted to let him leave, and looking back I shouldn't have.
Little things in that moment didn't matter. It was just one of those moments I'll never forget, one of those moments you only get once in a life time.