something written "back in the day"
I focus on his mouth...so close, so beautiful. He is closer than he has ever been before. He leans even nearer, standing in front of me and saying nothing. Silent still, he tilts his head and leans closer, closer...closer. Our lips are almost touching. His lips part and I can feel his warm breath on my mouth. He wets his lips and I do the same. One more movement by him and our lips are brushing against each other. I can faintly taste him and I can still feel him breathing, but there is no pressure of his lips on mine yet. The entire focus of the world is on two sets of lips almost in a kiss. He licks his lips again, and this time, his tounge touches my lips...whether by accident or to tease me, I'll never know. I ache to just kiss him, I'd only have to move a fraction of an inch, but I know it has to be his move. His breathing, heavy, moves his body and his mouth back from mine and then forward to barely touching again. Anyone seeing us would think we were kissing but we can both feel that there is a single layer of air molecules between our parted lips. We both go to wet our lips again, our bodies continually prepping for the inevitable kiss, and our tounges touch in the air. Instead of kissing in that moment, as anyone else would have, we still wait. He takes a deep breath, closes the distance between us to bare fragments of air, and with lips brushing mine says, "Never." Then he pulls back, turns, and walks away.