Lana’s giggles tinkled through the air as we messed around on the monkey bars.
“Come up and sit with me, you boring old fart!” She demanded with a smile and I shook my head at her.
“I’m not sitting up there, you child,” I told her jokingly, earning a frown. She over exaggeratedly jumped down with a huff and perched on the edge of the bar. I followed her over, my heart starting to pound in my chest. Her expression began changing, her eyes glistening like they were the other morning when we…
Did she want me to kiss her again? Did I want to kiss her again? I think I did…
Her plump lips were enticing me forwards, hypnotising me into a trance I couldn’t shake.
“Al?” She spoke, her voice laced with confusion. My eyes flicked to hers briefly, before back to her lips again. I wanted to feel her lips against mine and to taste her without it being compromised by alcohol.
Before I gave myself a chance to change my mind, I leaned forward and captured her lips. She gasped at first, before instantly melting against me. Her lips tasted like her cherry lip-balm she always wore, and she fit against me just right.
It wasn’t magical, there were still no fireworks, and no tingles running up and down my body. But I guess that was real life, and just because it wasn’t magic didn’t mean I wouldn’t kiss her again.
Because you can bet your sweet ass I was going to be doing this a hell of a lot more.