A Monday Fiction in 58

First Kisses
The kiss was of the goodnight variety, grazingly light, eyes open, stumbling, quick.
Shocked by his boldness, the hand on her lower back that propelled her forward. Eased by his smile, his scent as she lifted her head instinctively.
The broke apart, smiled, kissed again.
“In case I forgot, later,” he said.
Best excuse she’d heard all day.

2 comments:

Quin Browne said...

i miss kissing. sex you can do on your own.... kissing?

not so much.

michelle diehl said...

I agree quin. And kissing, when done right, can be incredibly hot.