I didn't mean to...
The room was really loud, you were speaking too softly and I had to lean closer to hear what you were saying. Powder and perfume filled my nostrils. The mango mojito was still fresh on your breath. I couldn't understand what you were saying because I wasn't listening. I was reading your lips in an entirely different way.
The beads of light bouncing off your lipstick dazed me. To scarlet luster of your smile called out to me. I didn't mean to... A sweet interruption occurs. They feel as soft as I imagined; my lips are soothed attached to yours.
I savor the mistake.
My jaw clinches as I wait for you to pull away.
We exhale in unison, attempting to vent this tension within us. We're unsuccessful. We're uncomfortably comfortable. Why did I do this? I didn't mean to make things complicated. I just felt a gravity between our lips and fell. My impulses out ran my judgement.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"