The kiss

Her hands are on my hips, moving in sync with mine like we’ve done this a hundred times before. I’m not even pretending to dance anymore. I’m just moving because she is.

“I like the way you move,” she says, voice just loud enough to cut through the music and lodge in my chest.

I grin nervously. “You make it easy.”

She leans closer. “Do I?”

God, she smells good. I know now it's not perfume. Something warmer. Like she walked out of a dream and into this mess of sweat and annoying lights. I wish they would just turn them off and got those people out... so that we could be alone... in the dark.

“I saw you from the balcony,” she says, her fingers brushing up my side, slow and deliberate. “I was wondering if you’d come find me.”

“Oh, I was dragged here, actually. Peer pressure.” I nod vaguely toward the crowd. “My friend’s idea.”

“I’m glad you gave in.”

I don’t answer. Because my brain’s mostly offline at this point. Her lips are so close I can feel the shape of her words.

Her hand slides up to my neck, resting there like she owns it. Not rough. Just… confident.

“Do I make you nervous?” she asks, still smiling. There’s something knowing behind it, something unusual. But it’s hot, not scary.

“Should I be?”

Her thumb traces under my jaw. “Maybe.”

Okay. That’s it. I’m not even sure who moves first. Her, me, both of us. But suddenly we’re kissing.

It’s soft at first. No rush. Just lips brushing, testing, tasting. Then deeper. Her mouth fits mine like she’s always known it. Her tongue tastes like the sweetest dessert and she's definitely aware of it - there's no shyness, just raw exploration of my mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her body pulls me in.

Everything else falls away—music, heat, bodies. It’s just her.

There’s pressure behind it. Hunger. Not ****, more like… inevitable. Like she already knows I’m hers and this is just a formality.

I don’t care. I don’t want to care. My hands are on her waist. Her body is pressed against mine and everything in me is just buzzing.

Then she breaks it.

She looks at me with those insane green eyes—too green, like leaves after rain—and says, “Come with me.”

It's not a question. And I'm not questioning it either.

I simply nod.