Writing Practice

“I know it’s silly, but I really like it,” she said to him as she reached the front door of her apartment.  A step behind, he merely chuckled appreciatively.

She turned to face him, the butterflies that had disappeared at some point during the evening suddenly returning full-force.  Shyly, she looked up at him and said, “I had a good time tonight.”

“Me, too,” he replied quietly.  The look in his eyes made her stomach flip.  She could feel her heart start to race as he carefully reached up to slowly brush back a stray strand of her hair.

Unknowingly, she leaned toward him.  Her eyes moved from his eyes, to his lips, and back again before she closed them, her chin tilting up ever so slightly.  A tightness in her chest made it hard to breath, her heart still racing.

Ever so gently, their lips met.  His were soft and a little damp, as though he had licked them just before kissing her.  Little tendrils of fire raced down her backbone as the kiss deepened.  He tasted a little like the dessert they had shared, chocolate and peppermint.  Her body naturally moved closer to his, her heart racing and every nerve in her body focused on the kiss.

A long moment later, they both pulled away slowly.  She felt his fingers caress her jawbone as he withdrew his hand; she hadn’t noticed it was on her cheek.  When she opened her eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed with desire, she saw the same echoed in his.

“Sleep well,” he said, his voice ever-so-slightly deeper.  Another tiny tendril of fire ran down her spine at the sound of it.

As he stepped down, still facing her, she replied, “You, too.”

She waited as he walked away, giving him a small smile when he turned back to look at her one more time.  As she entered her apartment, she hugged her hands to her chest, reveling in the memory of their first kiss.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. YerMom
    Oct 18, 2010 @ 09:08:31

    Well done. I’m really glad you got the “leaning” moment in there:)


  2. Jack
    Oct 18, 2010 @ 16:46:59

    My first kiss was actually really nice. It was on a quiet bench at a small lake at night, slight breeze. A flurry of stars (so many more than a kid growing up in Houston believes there to be), reflected back from the surface of the still water. As soon as the leaning began, a small family of ducks forayed out onto the water; one of the adults carelessly stepped out onto the pier. Right before we kissed, the duck defecated loudly enough that we heard it splat. That was always my favorite detail, because it adds enough realism that my picturesque scene is still realistic.

    If you need, you can feel free to use that for one of your stories… :p


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