“I don’t … I just … never
talk about it.” That part is true.
You don’t have to talk about
it. Sorry I brought it up.
He kisses my forehead, down
my left temple, the corner of
my eye. Some weird instinct
I never knew I possessed turns
my face into his, and suddenly
we’re kissing a for-real, deadly
serious kiss. His lips are soft.
Warm. Yielding. His tongue,
when it comes, is gentle. Inviting.
My own tongue is accepting and …
SURPRISE NUMBER THREE
Some totally foreign parts
of my body awaken suddenly.
Oh my God. That’s what it’s all
about! We are kissing. Tongue
on tongue. I can’t believe it’s
so easy. So wondrously,
perfectly, impossibly me.
I am breathless, but I don’t
want to fight the sensation. For
once, not breathing feels right.
I am tingling, too. But in
all the right places.
I DARE
To open my eyes, only to find
Bryce staring at me.