nothing about this was romantic.

not in the way your hands cupped my waist,
or in the way we held a silent gaze.
i don't question that look in your eyes,
nor will i inquire about your thoughts to which i wasn't privy.
your warm breath tickles my ear when you whisper my name,
and the heat spreads to my cheeks like a wildfire.
i tried to not pull away my eyes from yours,
in fear i would stare at your parted lips for too long.

nothing about this was romantic.
nothing about this can ever be romantic.