#city-ask

My favorite kiss the is the first one. The one where you start out hesitant, with your hand on her jaw while you both sit cross-legged on her bed. Where you pull away, but are drawn back in by her inhaled gasp. My favorite kiss is the second one, when you push yourself forward because this has been too long in the making, even if you didn’t realize it. When you wrap your arms tight around her waist and her arms fold around your shoulders. When your lips are moving fast and desperate and careless. When technique falls aside to let passion and lust take over. When your hair gets caught between your lips and you have to pull back and open your eyes and laugh, and you look at her and it’s still her, and she’s still looking at you. And everything is good and new, and it will always be the same, but now there’s a freckle under her eye that you never noticed before. And you kiss her again, or maybe she kisses you.