Behind the Scenes

"Kiss me, Munro," I was shocked by my bluntness. He wasn't.

His hands held either side of my face and kissed me for the first time since my graduation episode, but this time, it was real. He was doing it because he wanted to, not because he had to. My fingers were tangling themselves in his now-blond hair.

One of his hands moved around to the back of my neck while the other found its way to the small of my back.

We broke apart and looked intently into each other's eyes.

"Woah," I expressed, my breath labored from the kiss that was surprisingly surprising, even though I told him to do it.

"Right?" Munro verbalized. I bit my lip.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to actually do that?" I asked.

"No, but I'm sure it's comparable to how long I have," he said, softly pecking my lips once more.

I pulled entirely away from him. "So, you mean to say that you have had these feelings for three or four years, and didn't say anything?"

He looked at me curiously, "Yeah, but don't you think you've been doing the same thing to me?

"Touché," I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He winked and recaptured my lips. I can't even express how nice it feels to have him kiss me when it's not obligatory.

I felt him shift his weight to his knees and take hold of my hips, gently pushing me back onto the couch. That horrid rust-red couch.

His lips were soft against mine and there was a feeling of love in the kiss that wasn't there in the twenty-nine kisses that made it to the screen. It's like the warmth in cookies made by your grandmother. Or the glint in the eye of someone who shares your heart. It feels like the sun shining on your face after five months of bitter cold winter.

He had been my best friend for almost seven years now. I think it's finally time to transition that close relationship to another, more intimate, one.

I broke back away from him, looking him in the eye, "So, no girlfriend, then?"

He laughed and shook his head at me, "Not yet at least."

Our lips met again. I think this will work out in the end.