Swift movements causing your heart to thump loudly. Your hands to sweat, a small nervous smile on you kissable lips.

They get closer, making you fiddle with your hands. Down casting your gaze, so that all you look at is the ground.

They reach out a hand, grazing your soft skin. They push a piece of your hair back and away from your eyes. You look into there eyes and lean in. They do the same.

The moment there lips touch, is the moment the butterflies erupt.

~Angel