softly

He tugged me into the shadows of where the stairs lie, and rested his chin atop my head.

Wrapped his arms around mine, encasing me into his warmth.

I turned around, breathing out and attempting to look as calm as possible. I was, of course, shaking.

He tipped my chin towards his, and smiled.

He knew.

What he knew, I do not know. But he did, and far better than I.

Slowly

Brought his face closer to mine.

I froze.

Then his lips touched mine.

Stunned, dumbfounded, astounded, shocked.

They were soft, much softer than I had anticipated.