He watched her from across the room.
She was the epitome of elegance in her black velvet gown and matching gloves. The diamonds that hung from her neck cost more than he’d make in lifetime, and he was intrigued. Their eyes met multiple times throughout the night, quickly diverting with a blushing smile. He asked himself, “Was she as intrigued as he?”
He stood on the patio of the 34th floor, sipping his whiskey and watching the world pass below. He smelled her sweet French perfume and knew she was close. He sat his glass on the rail and turned to see her standing on the balcony alone, facing away from him, her back exposed by the cut of the dress. He envisioned his fingers trailing the length of her spine, the curve of her hip, and the soft inner reaches of her thighs. His thoughts were broken when she turned and faced him.
Before she could say a word he had closed the distance between them, placing his right hand along side her jawline, his thumb resting just in front of her ear and his fingers wrapped delicately around the base of her neck. His left hand pressed gently against her right cheek, preventing her from turning her head as he leaned in, his lips just a breath’s width from her own.
She closed her eyes as he studied her face, waiting to see what she would do next. Her perfectly crimson stained lips parted and he could see the tip of her tongue resting on her teeth.
He resisted the urge to complete the distance between them, but her resolve was not as strong. As she leaned forward and their lips met, electric currents coursed through her nerves. Their tongues dueled inside her mouth and soon his right hand fell to her waist as she took as step backwards and leaned against the rail. She wrapped her hands around his neck and ran her velvet-clad fingers through his hair. He slid his left hand down, cupping her breast through her dress, and she pressed her body against his. They cared not who was watching as the world began to slip away. For in that moment they were alone and each silently asked themselves one single question.
Will this be my last... first... kiss?
