They stood over the water and watched the boats sail under the bridge. Two teenagers, quietly observing the welcome of dusk. A boy and a girl. Her face was bathed in the diffused orange of the setting sun. Every single cell in his body wanted to reach out and touch her.
"Have you really never kissed a guy?"
"No."
"Do you wonder what it would feel like?"
"Sometimes. I'm not waiting for the right moment or even the right guy, it just hasn't happened, yet."
She looked at him, lost in his distant gaze.
He continued to look straight, peering into the horizon, studying the half-submerged sun.
"Close your eyes and I'll describe it to you."
She closed her eyes, almost expecting him to make his move.
"There's music in the background. You hold him close, dancing cheek to cheek. The song stops playing, your hand lingers in his for a long moment. His fingers run through your smooth locks, caressing the side of your face, softly, gently. Like a feather touch. He leans closer and starts breathing in sync. You study his eyes for a moment, you've never looked at them up close. They're a beautiful mixture of composite browns and blacks. You wait. He waits. Then he moves closer and you close your eyes. You feel the gentle pressure of his soft lips against yours, a slight tingle that lasts for an eternal moment. He pulls away slowly and looks deep into your eyes. The music never stopped."
Her eyes were still closed. No, if he kissed her now, things could get very complicated, very fast.
"Alright, let's get a move on, I'm in the mood for ice cream."
As he walked away, she opened her eyes. Frustrated and annoyed, she lunged at him, grabbing his shirt in a firm grasp.
The calm ocean swallowed the sun. It was now officially night.
An excerpt from my book, "Salsa Is About The Heart"
