That moment when it's all new. Before you even hold hands, when your fingers accidentally graze then linger on purpose. Maybe the last two fingers on your hand hook the first two of his. Just for the briefest of moments. That connection, that... that something that solidifies your core to a warm liquid pot of... something that radiates to ever nerve ending in your body. Then eye contact, a sly smile -or half -and you're lost.
That moment when you stand with toes touching, you smile, you laugh coyly, shake your head at the ground and glance back up and you're locked. You lean ever so imperceptibly closer. That moment when your lips are millimeters away. Your eyes close, there's the smallest of sharp inhales. That moment.
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