“At least I have you here, right now.” Cora whispered again. She kept her hands on his face, not wanting to lose the sensation of feeling him. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about,” she confessed finally.
Alex didn’t say anything for a moment; he just listened to her words repeating over and over in his head, the echo of her voice sounding more and more like a lullaby to him.
“I could say the same to you, uh…” Alex momentarily realized he didn’t even know the girl’s name.
“Coralie. Call me Cora, though.” She offered a genuine smile that stoked a smoking fire in Alex’s heart. In that moment, the boy felt a certain compulsion that he had only experienced while reading about his fictitious characters. His gut twisted partially with excitement at the idea, blossoming wonderfully in his head, and partially with cowardice that he’d had to act out his idea. There was always the potential of failure, failure seeming to be more so in Alex’s favor.
He leaned into Cora’s hand, closed his eyes and suddenly sprang in for the kill, aiming to meet the girl’s lips with his. He expected to feel the soft brush of her mouth, the silk that was her skin, but instead was met by frigid air. Alex no longer felt Cora’s fingertips against his face, and shot open his eyes instantly, only to see that the beautiful girl was standing several feet away from him. Her face was perplexed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded. Alex noticed that she was furiously clenching and unclenching her jaw, waiting impatiently for his defense. “We’re technically still strangers. I know we just shared a rather intimate moment, but please don’t pucker your lips at me when you smell like a sewer and haven’t seen a toothbrush for months.”
Cora was reminded of a young boy who had just gotten into trouble, when Alex dropped his gaze to the ground and started shuffling his feet.
“You could have just said you don’t want to kiss me right now.”