I look into your eyes and the thought that we are both in a relationship with someone else crosses my mind.  Like a lightning bolt without the thunder it flashes brightly, making itself known, but quickly fades.  I feel your heart beating, harder as the seconds pass. Looking up at me, you seem nervous, cautious.  Maybe because we are just friends and somehow we have found ourselves pressed against each other. Eyes locked.  The night surrounds us, and all I notice is you.

It is cold outside, and yet our bodies pressed against each other keep us warm, heat emanating keeping us closer.  It has been merely seconds since either of us has spoken, since we found each other almost embraced.  Faces nearly touching.  We were laughing, like we always do, about nothing…maybe it was you all along, the aura you bring that I connected with you.  I honestly don’t know what we laugh about, but I know we spend most of our time together smiling, joking, enjoying the company of each other.  I seem to forget about most everything when you are around, my focus is on you.  Our current relationships come up seldom, and we always give each other advice on how to make it better or what we can do different, and now, here we are.  Bodies growing warmer, the embrace is becoming tighter.  I feel you clench your fist into my shirt and my instincts are beginning to take over.  Urging me, pushing me closer to you, holding you tighter.  I know that I shouldn’t.  I know I can not erase the decision once it is made, but for some reason I feel a relief for every slight forward I make.  I can see your eyes closed, tightly in my arms, and I try to fight the urge, and the moment I make the decision to battle against it, I hear you moan and I open my eyes, I already have you pressed against the wall.  You look up, eyes closed, my lips trace down to your exposed neck.  Body pressed against yours, only the wall is holding us up.  You release the grip on my shirt, and dig into my back, I bite gently above your collar bone, above the base of your neck.  Your moans let me know that you are already gone, and I stop.

We look at each other.  Hearts still racing.  I hold your hand and walk you back to your destination.  The words we say are unimportant.  The fact that I have you eclipses everything.