We are walking together. We seem to talk….flirt and smile. i’m feeling so..so sweaty. We get to that moment where i say something so right for that moment and we both look into each others eyes and have that soft sweet smile on our faces. It seems so obvious that he is into me…but i’m into him too. He grasps my hand. For some reason i don’t seem to jerk it away. We stop walking and take a seat. Our loud voices and laughs turn to whisper. There are long silent moments in our sentences. My free hand seems to touch his face…it’s so soft so warm. He leaves my hand and slides it down my cheeks to my lips. I close my eyes, telling myself how thats feels so good. “Your so beautiful” he tells me. His hand is still on my face. I’m so anxious for him to kiss me. My heart is about to burst. All i could do was smile. His body slides a little closer. His head starts to lean down to my face. “kiss me,” i whisper to him. My eyes start to close. his lips touch mine. we digg our mouths into each others making sparks.