He asks me, do you remember?
I close my eyes, and my mind hits replay.
I can still feel my heart fluttering as he takes that final step and pulls me close. I can still feel that first moment of shock register, and then slowly melt into complete bliss. I can taste his flavour on my tongue. I wouldn't compare his taste to something ridiculous, like the sweetness of sugar, it is simply him in essence, and he is everywhere - around me, on me, within me. I can feel my hands desperately grabbing at his shoulder, his neck. I'll never forget how he held me - his arms fastened tight around my waist, and I still remember his comforting, familiar scent encircle our intertwined bodies.
I reminisce on that perfect, quiet moment afterwards where I am lost for words, and don't want to ruin this beautiful moment with my incoherent babbling. He holds me tight against his chest, and I am glad he does so, because I don't know how I would react if we were still face to face. He asks me how I feel, and I say that I can't breathe. We hold each other for a while, and I breathe in the smell of his skin. The only words that cross my mind are ones of peace. My heart is racing, and as I reach up to press his hand to my pulse, he moves slightly, so my head rests on top of his. He asks me again if I can breathe now, and without a word, I reach up and pull his lips to mine, for the second time.
This time it's different. There is no shy awkwardness between us - only I, a girl he cares so much about, and him, my best friend. His hands move around me now, pulling me so close that there is no space between our bodies. I fall mindlessly into his embrace, and he takes the lead with an air of masculinity. We fall, lighter than feathers, quieter than anything else, and suddenly, I'm lying across the desk, and his hands are still wrapped around my torso.
My arms snake up and pull him tighter, if that's even possible, and his lips drift from mine, trailing to my jaw line, where he moves softly, slowly, quietly, placing sweet butterfly kisses up and down my neck.
I then realise that I might love this guy after all.
My breathing increases, and I feel his ego build, a smirk under those amazingly soft lips. Impatient, I twist my fingers into the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck and pull him back to my lips.
Time goes past, seconds, minutes, hours, there is no measurement. It is all the same. The only thing I know, is when I tentatively open my eyes, and see his face, so so, close to mine and his gorgeous eyes shut, is that I hope this never ends.
Still, everything must end, and that hurts me a little. But when the last few seconds of the perfect first kiss dance past, he pulls away, smiles down at me, and asks me if I enjoyed that.
I don't respond. But he knows that there are no words for the happiness and contentment that is surging through my blood as I wrap my arms around his waist, and lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart again.
Then he tells me, he should go now. Numbly, I nod, but then am taken by surprise for not the second time that day, as he swoops down to press his lips to mine in a desperate attempt to feel what we both felt not less that a minute ago. This was just a one off thing after all. There would be no next time, and after this moment, we would still remain as just friends. He pulls away, and when I open my eyes he's gone.
He asks me, do you remember?
I look at my best friend with wistful eyes, thinking about how less than a few months ago, those lips were mine for a precious few minutes. As I look away, I reply, no.
There is no need to recall what I think about every single day.