If This Gets Out

by Sophie Gonzales

My attention is drawn to his lips. It’s clearly been way too long since I’ve kissed someone, since now all I’m thinking about is the feeling of them against my palm. They were so soft.

My heart’s thudding just a little too fast.

And I’m still trying to talk myself into believing I’m seeing something that’s not there when he breathes out again and presses his lips against mine, and his hands to my chest.

So, I cup the back of his neck. His chest is against mine, and I think I can feel his heart pounding. Or maybe it’s mine.

When I kiss him, a small sound catches in his throat, and I think I might pass out. I open my mouth and kiss him harder, and I’m breathing in his exhale like it’s my oxygen. Kissing him is a key change colliding with a crescendo.