Deville's Kiss

Cool wind blowing on my skin. I needed warmth.

I watched as he quietly played with the street cat with his hands. 

Gentle and playful. His long fingers caressing the furry creature. 

I felt a little warmth inside me. But the wind blew colder.

I wondered how those fingers would feel if it touched me that way. 

The feline seems to agree with what I was thinking, as it brushed its head some more on to his arms.

I told him I felt cold, and I made my way to get near him.
I couldn't take it anymore. The heat emerging from his body without touching felt empty.
I needed the human touch. I was a little envious with what he was doing to the cat.

His tempting eyes. His broad shoulders. The arms that seemed so strong. And his hands...

I don't remember how, but we were then holding hands.
I pulled away to see if he would want to have it back, and he did.

I didn't want to get too obvious, but I was longing that he would pull me in closer. Near to where I can hear his heart beat so that I can try to read what he doesn't say.
I looked for other signs and non-verbal cues, but all I saw was a poker face staring back at me.

While we walked, he said "this will be a great spot for our first kiss," as he referred to the X-mark on the road intersection. I rolled my eyes at him and said, "not gonna happen". But it did after a few blocks. At an inconvenient location. I pulled him in and smack my lips into his and then pushed him away.

He said, "that wasn't a kiss. That was an assault on the lips" as he pulled me in, and I gave in to the idea of kissing.
He cupped my face and he slowly moved in to my personal space. I felt his breath came closer to my face.

He. Kissed. Me.

And it felt warmer than ever.