I knew even before you started leaning in that I was going to regret this for the rest of my life. I also knew that your lips would make me feel like I was in heaven. They did. Your lips touching mine for the first time, as gentle as a butterfly landing on a petal, was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to me. We forgot.

I melted into it, pressing back harder. Hard enough to have the ghost of your mouth on mine for an eternity, but not hard enough that I'd never want anything but your lips against mine. It was fantastic in a way that it'd never been, and then it was so much better. It was closed lips playing seek-each-other, again and again, and another time, until we didn't know whose lips were ours anymore.

We kissed a lot that day.