He slows his pace though the music doesn’t, and I realize what’s happening. He’s leaning forward now, and his eyes close. His mouth puckers. I swallow the nervous lump forming in my throat, nerves buzzing in a chaotic symphony. I am apprehensive about doing such a thing in front of so many people, but at the same time, I want to. I want to kiss him, and I resolve that it might be romantic to share our first kiss during our first dance. I lean in and feel his warm lips draw near.
