It was the best of times, only he didn’t know it.
Grasped firmly in his right arm, her hair arching
Just slightly over her forehead brushing his gristly chin.
Giggling like children with a secret too hot to hold.
The air between them electric,
He decides to get a little bold.
He moves in slow,
Hoping for the best but preparing for the worst
Surprised to find that she closes her eyes first,
Lips pursed, embracing him unto her.