Locked in his gaze, his brown eyes drew me in deeper; so deep that I didn’t realize what was happening until I felt his hand gently cup my face as his body leaned in to meet mine and our lips met. He kissed me tenderly, his thumb caressing the outline of my cheekbone; and I kissed him back, my fingers lost in the tresses of his soft coif. I felt his other hand slide across the small of my back and I allowed myself to be pulled in closer, filling any space that had been left between us. Planting one last peck on my lips, he rested his forehead against mine and held me tightly.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time we spoke”, he whispered.
It was hard not to smile, not to be happy in that moment. I had spent so much time brooding over the fact that the attraction between us was not mutual; I had never been more thankful to be wrong. Completely lost for words, I placed a hand on his left cheek and softly kissed the other. We sat wrapped in each other’s arms for a few minutes longer before I broke the silence.