“I’m going to kiss you now or I’ll be kicking myself that I didn’t.” He admitted to me taking a step closer watching for my reaction.

I looked back at him through my eyelashes and motioned with my index finger for him to move closer. Smiling up at him I closed my eyes as his lips met mine.

Standing there in front of his car, some little side street rather late at night. My body pressed into his and I felt his hands move around my waist gently tugging me forward.

Soft and gentle, cautious and careful. A sweet kiss, a young kiss.

Such sweet beginnings. Worth the pain of endings.