“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his deep, blue eyes burning into mine.
I pause, letting the moment fill me. I believe it was slightly noisy around us. Drunken people yelling. Semi-drunk people dancing. People-who-did-not-drink engaged in soul-deep conversations. But I couldn’t hear them.
At this moment, it was like time stood still. His soft, friendly, inviting eyes as blue as the waters of Boracay, as brilliant as the stars.
“That’ll be a bad idea,” I say, acknowledging how terrible the situation could be.
But then it was there. That burning feeling like nothing else. The crazy group of butterflies fluttering in your chest. You kinda wanna kill them. But you know you wouldn’t because they’d be too beautiful.
That moment of now when all you can think about is his beautiful eyes, that sweet smile he gave the old lady awhile ago as he helped her out of the car, or that adorable laugh he had as he threw his head back like a child.
And his lips. Perfectly pink. I look into his eyes.
Lifted my hands, caressing his cheeks.
And slowly pulled him to me.