Maybe I could cheer him up myself?

I felt like there was a tension in him that could only be broken by something big. A huge gesture that he wouldn't anticipate, but would probably gladly accept.

I approached him, and wrapped my arms around him from the back, my hands resting on his chest and holding him against me.

He breathed in, sharply.

"What are you doing?"

Our eyes met in the mirror in front of us, as I took my time before answering him:

"It's valentine, and I'm showing my affection to someone I deeply care about."

He took a moment.

"Let me hug you back."

I loosened my grip as he turned. Our eyes met. He leaned back in for a hug.

I had something else in mind.

I leaned towards his lips, searching for them with mine.

They touched. His eyes showed how stunned he was.

I looked at him trying to portray confidence.

He agreed with that confidence and leaned back in as our lips intertwined and our kiss was met with equal heat.

We were enjoying that beautiful moment, our breaths matching as our lips played their little explorative, soft game.

We reveled in that beautiful moment.

"That... Wow." He was happy as anything, his eyes sparkling with joy.

"You're a good kisser." I flattered him.

"Me? You're the one with amazing lips!" He complimented me back, his eyes still staring at said lips.

"I could say the same about yours." I complimented him again, not wanting to be outdone by my friend.

"Now what?"

Now what? I could end my night with him, showing him what else I had in store for his beautiful body, or I could decide to call it quits and end this here.