tuesday

[savantnicholas]

"when you hug me like this, if any of us moves just a little bit, there'd be a kiss," she says and his chin could feel her mouth shaped into a smile.

"what if i kissed you? would it mean anything to you?"

"um, nothing, i guess. it'd be just a kiss." they were friends -- and that's all there is to it, she liked to think.

"what if i kissed you now?"

"then i'd congratulate you on your first in twenty-one years." there was a hint of laughter in her voice.

he breaks their embrace and goes for it.

it was not the innocent peck that first kisses usually were -- it was firm as he gave a short nibble on her lower lip.

"congratulations," she says.

he kisses her again.

"that one's your number two.

"three.

"four.

"five. six. seven.

a short pause.

"eight. nine. umfff, you're doing it too hard."

"because you're not responding."

and then she kisses him back.

"twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen.

"stop counting."

"eighteen. nineteen."

seconds, minutes pass.

"i lost count."

he kisses her again.

"were you aiming for a hundred?"

and he could feel the contour of her smile as he caught her lips in his.