“I think you should kiss me.”
We had just gotten back from the bar, and she was lying back on the steps to the front porch, smoking a cigarette. I stood a few paces away, happy to be outside. It was the middle of the night, and the street was dead quiet. One of those nights where you don't even feel the air, and the world is at peace. A few beers in; feeling happy and feeling loose. Feeling the possibilities.
“I don't think that's a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because if I come over there and kiss you, I'm not going to want to stop.”
