Love at First Fight

by Carrie Aarons

I can’t explain the feeling that came over me the first time I laid eyes on Molly. It wasn’t a bolt of lightning; the room didn’t fade into tones of pink and red. There were no bells chiming in my ears. No, it was a slow, fuzzy feeling that took over my brain, my heart. It was if my whole being just said, “Ah, there she is. I found her,” and it all just clicked into place.

This isn’t the kiss of a guy looking to get laid, or of one who saw an easy target and went for it. This isn’t the kiss of two people who want to use each other to get off, or the kiss of two people grieving the end of something in their own personal lives and seeking satisfaction. This was the kiss of a man who had waited for more than three hundred and sixty-five days to take this woman’s mouth. This was a kiss with all of the emotions and passion I’d been locking away inside my heart while she fell in love with my best friend. This was the kiss of a starving person, one who thought they’d never get this chance, and one who was pouring everything into it because he may never get this chance again.

“I could watch you come for the rest of my life. Any man who doesn’t know the pleasure of watching that … he’s a fucking moron. You’re incredible.”