My one
Lying on a mattress on the floor; warm from the body next to me and the blanket shielding us from the cold draft coming in from the sliding door. I remember the tiles were white; the blanket was colourful once but now it’s faded. Jeepers Creepers is playing in the background; it’s loud and boring but it makes her lie closer to me.
Face to face I know what’s supposed to happen next; I know what I’m supposed to do; I can’t move. She’s inching closer every now and then; it feels like once an hour it’s more like once a minute. I know what she’s thinking; I still can’t move.
She’s so close now our foreheads are almost touching and I can feel her breath on my mouth. I hadn’t started smoking properly yet so the smell is new to me; I know what it is but I wasn’t addicted to it yet. We’ve shared a few together; it makes me feel cool and light headed.
I fidget an inch and our faces are parallel; her eyes stop avoiding our situation and lock on mine for a split second, then they close, slowly. I’m still too scared to do it but I can’t stop now we’re both moving in slow motion. Our lips touch; slightly open; I’d like to thank instinct for guiding my tongue to hers. They touch for a second as our mouths seal together and begin to close. She licks my top lip just before our mouths are both shut again and it’s over.
It’s over before I can comprehend what’s happened.