They stayed like that for a long time. It felt safe. It felt new. It felt like they had both been walking for years and finally sat down, side by side, in the same place.
After a while, she moved a little, just enough to look up at him. His hand stayed on her back, gentle and sure. His eyes met hers right away. There was no fear now. The hard part — the silence, the waiting — was over. What was left was soft, quiet, warm.
He searched her face, not for permission, not for a sign, but just to take in the person he loved. She did the same.
Slowly, without thinking, they leaned closer. Their heads tilted, their noses brushed. They both smiled at the same time, small, shy, a little nervous, a little giddy. It made their hearts race and calm at once.
And then their lips met — soft, warm, gentle. The kiss was not loud or wild. It was quiet, like a secret finally spoken. It carried every message they had never sent, every time they had turned away when they wanted to stay, every morning they had missed each other in silence.
When they pulled back, they didn’t move away. Their foreheads touched, eyes still closed. His hand stayed on her cheek; her fingers held his shirt. Both of them were smiling without even knowing it.
No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The kiss had spoken for them, simply and clearly: they were no longer two hearts waiting. They were one, together, at last.
After a while, she moved a little, just enough to look up at him. His hand stayed on her back, gentle and sure. His eyes met hers right away. There was no fear now. The hard part — the silence, the waiting — was over. What was left was soft, quiet, warm.
He searched her face, not for permission, not for a sign, but just to take in the person he loved. She did the same.
Slowly, without thinking, they leaned closer. Their heads tilted, their noses brushed. They both smiled at the same time, small, shy, a little nervous, a little giddy. It made their hearts race and calm at once.
And then their lips met — soft, warm, gentle. The kiss was not loud or wild. It was quiet, like a secret finally spoken. It carried every message they had never sent, every time they had turned away when they wanted to stay, every morning they had missed each other in silence.
When they pulled back, they didn’t move away. Their foreheads touched, eyes still closed. His hand stayed on her cheek; her fingers held his shirt. Both of them were smiling without even knowing it.
No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The kiss had spoken for them, simply and clearly: they were no longer two hearts waiting. They were one, together, at last.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 05, 2025
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