I decide to fly over to you on a red-eye flight. We meet in person and you drive us to go get frozen custard. You take us to a hill overlooking the city after the sun goes down and all the lights twinkle. You tell another joke and we laugh. It gets quiet and I feel s***** tension on my side. I look into your eyes and your expression is different. Sad. I’m about to ask you what’s wrong but you’re moving closer…and closer and before I know it, you’re about to kiss me and I panic, putting my hand between our lips. You look at me with pleading eyes and I say, “You don’t want me in the way I want you.” You look at me and you say, “Do you want me to show you…how much I want you?” I hesitate and then I whisper, “Yes.” You say, “Close your eyes.” I obey and wait. I feel my face get warmer. I feel your breath on my face. I start to pant. You kiss me passionately on the lips with such intensity and at first, I’m shocked but after a few seconds, I kiss you back, putting my hands on the back of your head. “Do you believe me now?” you say. And I shyly nod my head. You suddenly give me a devilish grin. And you kiss me again.
