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One Last Kiss

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(Male POV)
Written by: John D. Miller

I’m thankful for the cool AC the bus provides given the extreme heat outside. Ninety is what I heard the current is sitting at and it hasn’t even hit noon yet. The bus is filled with the regular chatter and quiet moments, like pretty much every Tuesday is. I mumble under my breathe because this particular route seems to be taking much longer than what it normally does, and if my hunch is correct the lady who I normally pick up on McCallum Boulevard is there waiting for me. Like every Tuesday and Thursday. I hate her so much now. Despite the AC blasting my red face, I start to feel hot and short tempered. The combination of the wailing baby onboard, summer heat, long days, and discarded memories starts to slowly undo those two years of anger management classes. I pop a couple mint flavored ice breakers in my mouth hoping it’ll do some good...it doesn’t. Finally, I am here. I open the door to see the five foot four, with sandy brown shoulder length hair, and hazel eyed beauty queen enter onto the bus. And even though she’s beautiful, my eyes burn hotter than the sun at the sight of her. My glare must’ve been more intense than normal because she never glares back. She turns her cheek and that’s when I notice the sun burn on her right cheek, she quietly goes to the back of the bus out of routine. My eyes wander from my right to the open world in front of me, but instead of seeing a busy street, trees, and baby blue sky; I see my high school crush and girl of my dreams. At least, she use to be. I remember she told me she had never kissed a boy before and that was the day I was determined to be her first. I was too. I had stayed after school for baseball practice and she stayed for a club meeting. After everything was said and done we sneaked to the back of the school building. My heart skipped two beats as I slowly moved my hands around her waist and stared at her with a face I knew she couldn’t resist. I knew she wanted to though. And even though I had used this same technique with my many girlfriends of the past, this time is different from the rest. The look in her eyes tell me that this moment will stay forever. To this day there’s not a night I close my eyes and don’t see her gorgeous eyes staring back into mine as she receives the first adoration she’s ever had from a guy. We slowly transition into a hug and we take in every moment as fireworks ignite within our hearts. Time is a manipulative object as I tell her that I love her and my heart braces itself for hard impact to prepare what she says back. I breathe a little when she whispers the same. I was even more surprised when she says it multiple times, she couldn’t stop, and when she finally did I secretly wished she hadn’t. I can tell when nervousness has kicked in so I take advantage of that moment, to turn it into something magical. “Look into my eyes.” I say with a bit of confidence in my voice. I smile as we both become consumed in each others world, like nothing else ever existed or ever will again except for this moment. I pull her in closer to me and lean in a kiss her. It happened so fast that by the time my mind realized what happened I was bewildered at the beauty of this feeling. Here I was, star baseball athlete, popular school jock, honor roll student, and this isn’t even the first girl I’ve kissed...yet I’ve never felt this way before. Her hands find her way from my jaw, to my neck, to my chest. I’ve never felt so numb from a girls touch before I swear. It seems to last for a lifetime as our lips stayed locked and grows evermore passionate with our tightening embrace. But at the same time, it ends so quickly. The day ends and all I can think about is kissing her and how it was all I wanted for the rest of my life. I was a slave to the feeling but at the same time guilt overwhelmed my soul. I knew I’d have to keep our kiss a secret, and no one could find out. My girlfriend of two years would kill me and there would be nothing but chaos. The hours count down and all I can think about is her. I have to try again, just one last kiss. One last kiss from the girl I’ll probably never kiss again...
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