[Jacques]

- Aren’t you disgusted by me? Having those feelings for you...?, he says in a trembling voice, squeezing my hand like I’m about to disappear.

He closes his eyes, not daring to let me read him through his translucent eyes. I still know how he’s feeling though because I’ve spent my whole goddam life watching him, analyzing his every movements. I just can’t seem to find any good answer to give him. He just confessed, and here I am, unable to articulate a single world. No matter which way I could say how much he means to me, he would never believe me. Without really thinking, my body chooses to act. I bring him toward me and slowly close the gap between our lips. The moment before our lips touch, I stop, breathing the same air as he is. Then, gently, I brush my lips on his, sending a thousand sparks throughout my body.

Startled, he pulls back, opening his eyelids, with a million question marks dangling all around his head. I can’t help but smile at his surprised reaction, a smile which he reciprocate shyly (and oh damned adorably). His fingers go from my hands to my hips, from my hips to my back. He grasps my t-shirt, as if he would never let go. We’re both crying, for this moment we both thought never would happen. Then, gently, he comes back for a second kiss. He takes me with a firm grip, like he’s always dreamed of this very instant. Hell, never in my whole life I dared to hope that one day I’d feel his lips on mine.

I did not even need to think that I wanted time to stop for it to happen.