What was I suppose to do with your hands on mine? Your voice singing to me? Your bright brown eyes staring into me?

I couldn't think, I couldn't process what was happening. My heart pounded so loud I wasn't sure if you were still talking. Was I talking? No, my mouth felt to dry to talk. Any words would get caught in my throat.

“When I saw you in that sundress that day, I wondered how many times you had passed by the bakery window and I missed how stunning you are.”

My heart pumped waves of shock through my body, causing my legs to quiver. I watched as your hand reached up, moving away hair I didn't notice had fallen on my face. Your fingers just barely grazed my skin, but I suddenly I was on fire. Your warmth only lasted a moment, the fading fire left me wanting more.

“You saw me?” I asked, my face flushed at your smile.

“How could I not see you? The whole world was staring at you that day!”

Horror drowned out the happiness I felt as the realization of those words hit home. The possibility was more than I could handle and my thoughts swam as I considered how to erase the dress from existence.

“I would love to see you in it again.”

Plan ruined.

“Oh I dunno, I never wear dresses, I don't know what I was thinking that day. I just wanted to do something different...it had been sitting in my closest for so long...”

I continued to ramble and your smile continued to grow. Your eyes never left mine as you caught every clumsy word that fell from my mouth. I gasped as your hands cupped my face, the warmth calmed my frantic nerves. Your face was thoughtful, contemplating something that I couldn't see. It became clear to me what you were thinking about as you slowly leaned into me. Panic hit me and bumped into the counter. I swallowed, trying to calm my heavy breathing. You pulled away from me, your face shifting from confusion to hurt. I opened my mouth to apologize, but I couldn't find the words to explain myself.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed..” You said, creating some distance between us. You were too far away. I felt as if an icy chasm grew between us.

“No! No, it's not that I just.....”

Where were the words?! They were all here inside me, waiting to burst out of my mouth but they just wouldn't come. I gripped the counter, my face scrunched in frustration.

“Ohhh, you've never been kissed by a woman have you?” You asked.

The pain and confusion disappeared from your face like you never knew the meaning of the words. Your face was lit up like a child looking at their presents under the Christmas tree. There was a slip of a devious smile that was not missed by me. My body stirred from that flash, my face red for an entirely different reason.

“No, I never figured it out...”

“Figured it out? You mean if you're a lesbian?”

I shook my head, “I dunno...”

There was the word I'd seen and heard many times but seemed so foreign. A memory flashed in my mind, during my high school days, watching the girls as the walked down the hall. It was an attraction I tucked away in the back of my mind, not daring to bring it to the surface. People had opinions of those outside the norm where I was raised, and homosexuality hadn't settled into acceptance yet. The memory must have played out on my face because you were staring so intensely at me.

I cleared my throat before I spoke. “I figured I could just ignore it and go on with my life, but then I saw you in that bakery window....”

I walked towards you as I spoke, letting my body move before my mind decided otherwise. Again, I ran out of words, and my body slowed. You, however, found no problem in closing the distance between us.

“Why don't we try this again?” You asked with a soft smile.

Your hand cupped my face again, and I leaned into it, happy to have your warmth back. I felt a smile forming on my face, and I didn't feel knots or butterflies. This time, I couldn't wait for you to reach me. My heart pounded as I watched you lean into me, but you stopped, your lips hovering over mine. My body shifted, the prospect of your delicate pink lips touch mine was breaking my patience.

“May I kiss you?”

Your words were soft and intimate, and my heart almost exploded on the spot. I barely managed a nod before I felt the softness of your lips against mine. My mind burst into fireworks, hands sliding around your waist, rising to meet your kiss. Pressed against you, I couldn't whose heart was beating faster and louder. I expected your heart to be steady and calm, to be the one leading us in this growing frenzy, but an almost primal force pulled us further from sanity. Your hand shifted from my cheek to my hair, pushing me into the counter.  A fiery wave erupted between our bodies. The kiss broke and we were both learning to breathe again. We were both smiling with surprise, I laughed.

“That's a hell of a first kiss, I wasn't expecting that,” I said, trying to settle my hair into place.

“Oh, there are so many other firsts I can't wait to surprise you with.” 

You didn't hide the devilish grin this time, it was displayed in your face and voice with pride. I couldn't wait to experience all of them.