They'd been friends for a while, but more by chance than by choice. Her friends, his friends -- they all hung out together. She noticed they had a similar sense of humour. He noticed they had similar interests. Sometimes they would talk - which was always nice - but usually they'd just steal glances at each other. They always had fun together, but always in the safety of the group.
Every now and then, when she was alone, she would think about him. She would wonder what it would be like to be alone with him. Or... hug him. Or... maybe kiss him. Or... maybe kiss anyone the way she imagined a kiss should feel like. She'd watched movies, read books and had a good imagination, but had never experienced anything thus far in her life that would make her think that the perfect imaginary kiss might actually exist in real life.
Eventually, summer vacation arrived and everyone went their separate ways to spend time with their families on holidays. Some went far away, some went to exotic locations, some went on road trips and some stayed close to home. It was weeks later, close to the end of summer, that everyone returned and she invited a few friends over.
He arrived first. They were alone. Suddenly they both realized how much they'd missed each other. She stepped toward him as he reached for her and they hugged. The hug lasted a long time. Even when she let go, they remained close. She looked up into his eyes and she knew this was it. Everything happened in slow-motion, just like in the movies. He bent down slightly, she closed her eyes and their lips met.
It was perfect.
This was written for Mostly Fiction Monday. What's that, you ask? It's a little something Stranger and Me cooked up. You can find the story here. Today's post was inspired by the prompt Kiss.