It's enough for now

The kiss was everything and nothing like I expected. I had played out the moment in my mind a thousand ways—fierce, clumsy, desperate, or so fleeting that the taste would evaporate before it could be named.

Instead, it crept in gently, slow and deliberate, like a new language learned by touch rather than words.

Sweetness lingered in the space between us. It was not a storm, but a tide—quiet, inexorable, drawing me in inch by inch.

It felt like stepping into a pool of warmth after years spent beneath relentless, icy rain: not drowning, but soaking, letting heat seep into frozen bones, letting sensation pool in places I'd forgotten I could feel.

Every nerve awakened, every inch of me tuned to the gentle pressure of her lips, their delicate uncertainty, the silent plea not to hurry, not to shatter the fragile miracle that had taken shape between us.