It felt as if time had slowed down, as if it had done more than that, coming to a near complete stop. The descent of his lips to mine, felt as though they were taking an eternity, to close the little bit of distance that had still been separating the two of us—it was either that, that he was taking his time, or I was just becoming impatient. It would explain a lot about the slow passage of time, if that was the case, if it was just me and it wasn’t really happening.
It felt as if my body was swaying slightly, moving from side to side, but mostly, forward and then a fraction back again, hoping that he would just make the move, that he would just seal the deal and kiss me. I was started to crave it, crave it in the way that a drug addict craved his next fix, or the way a child wanted the n
