A Moment

“The kiss isn’t the best part,” she told me.  “It’s nice.  But getting there’s the real thing.”

“I don’t kn-” I started to say.

“The best part,” she leaned in, “is the moment right before.  Sharing breath, feeling the ghost of her lips on yours, everything alive.  It’s the infinite possibility of what’s ahead, of what that kiss could be.”

I could feel the heat of her, so close to me.  “In the moment right before, your blood runs electric and the world drops away and everything is what’s about to happen.”

I told her she was right.

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