I knew what he was thinking. I could tell because of the look in his eyes and the tender way he brushed his hand across my cheek on his way to the back of my hair as he played with it.
I thought to myself 'if I'm right, maybe I should do something about it... I don't want to make things complicated and I certainly don't want to be misleading.'
Now, I should add as a little background that, not too long before, I had gotten out of a relationship, and I wasn't sure if my heart was ready for anything yet.
But I knew I didn't have it in me that evening to be too resistant and I might not see it coming anyway... so I thought 'oh well... if it happens it happens, if it doesn't it doesn't.' I was determined not to psych myself out by overthinking the situation, like I'm prone to do.
I ended up with my head leaning on his arm, and he leaned toward me a bit and looked me in the eye.
I looked back at him with an intensity I hoped would convey my knowledge, and draw out his actions if I was right. It was a look of "if youre gonna do it, do it."
"What is this, a staring contest?" he said.
"It's more like an 'I think I know what you're thinking' game" I responded.
"Oh really?" And with that, he slowly leaned his head over to me and put his lips to mine. My emergency plan was to just give him a peck and then push him away to explain what was going on in my head, to give him fair warning of what he was getting into, until the moment I realized how amazingly softly and gently he was kissing me. It took me another moment to fully absorb the realization of how soft his lips were, and I let out a little noise of pleased surprise. I put my hand to the back of his neck to hold him there, to have him intoxicate me, comfort me, addict me, and gently apply a salve to my heart.
