Slow down that moment. Look again.
The rain makes you bow your head and you’re not looking at him but at the steep incline of the pavement to the road, neon lights opposite reflected in growing puddles, fracturing in to indiscernible splashes of colour as cars speed past. You don’t register the nervous glance he gives you just before he reaches for your hand and tangles his fingers in yours in one shy, tentative movement.
Slow it down, think back, look again.
The feel of his palm colliding with yours, the look in his eyes as you turn to him and the relief which washes over his features when he realises that you’re smiling. The sound of his laugh, short and unhindered. The gap in traffic which causes him to break in to a run across the road with you still grasping his hand like a lifeline, his refusal to let go even as you reach the pavement on the other side and he turns to look at you again.
Slow it down, think back, feel it in your bones. Look again.
The racing of your heart making your blood thump in your ears, fast pace echoed in the skipping of your breath. See the soul in his eyes, desperate, wanting, waiting. Watch as he leans closer to you, feel the world around you get duller until all that’s left is the two of you. His lips on yours,
His lips on yours,
His lips on yours.