The first kiss was soft, almost tentative. A question asked in slow motion. But the second—the second was a discovery. Your hand slid to the back of my neck, and mine found your waist, and the world outside that closet door ceased to exist.
I was helping you clean out the hall closet—an innocent task, a favor between people who had known each other for years. Neighbors. Friends. The kind of relationship with safe, predictable boundaries. tara tainton it can happen so fast
You can't speak. You nod. She smiles—that small, knowing smile that says I've thought about this too . The first kiss was soft, almost tentative
The afternoon had started with the kind of mundane silence that made you believe nothing would ever change. Sunlight stretched across the living room carpet, and the only sound was the occasional clink of a spoon against a coffee mug. Your hand slid to the back of my
"Are you okay?" she breathes against your throat.