winter-ball

So there__ this annual dance in a couple of weeks.___he Winter Ball,_ I interrupt. __here have been signs up everywhere.___ou want to go?__ think about it for a half second. __ill you dress up?__e nods.I move forward so my hands are flat on the towel and my face is much closer to his face. Something inside my chest warms up like a nice kind of heartburn and I say, __nd will we slow dance?__e nods again. His bottom lip turns in toward his mouth for a second, just disappears and then comes back.Stretching out my spine so my lips are nearly touching his I say, __nd will you press yourself against me and we__l move really close together and then your hand will stretch out across the back of my head and your fingers will wrap into my hair and then . . .__e doesn__ nod. He just tilts his head down, moves his fingers into my hair, and his lips touch mine in a forever kiss. His lips are soft and hard all at once. His breath mixes with my breath. Everything inside of me whooshes out.