16-06-2025, 06:20 PM
A Breath Apart
“Is this okay?” he didn’t ask, she could read it from his eyes
She didn’t answer with words.
But her lips parted.
Her eyes softened.
And her fingers tightened on his waist.
That was all the permission he needed.
He leaned in, slowly, giving her every moment to stop him.
He lowered his lips — slowly — and pressed his lips to her forehead.
The most respectful, vulnerable kiss he could offer.
A breath on skin.
Her eyes closed, the way someone closes their eyes to remember a forgotten song.
Then his lips found her temple, and then—her cheek, lingering there longer.
Her scent filled his lungs — jasmine and warmth, a whisper of soap, and something uniquely her.
He could feel the silken curve of her cheek under his lips. He moved slowly, as if mapping a secret no one else knew.
Then his lips touched her brow — soft and slow.
From there, he kissed the side of her face. The corner of her eye. Her cheek. Her jawline.
Her breath hitched
He drew his head back just a little.
His fingers still resting on her waist, needing one last glimpse of her lips—soft, parted slightly, as if they were waiting for something they’d never dared to ask for.
His gaze lingered there, and in that breathless silence, he knew—this was the moment he’d never forget.
His eyes drifted downward, caught by the subtle curve of her lips.
They were neither painted nor dressed for effect—just naturally soft, the kind of lips that seemed to hold quiet stories and long silences.
The lower one was slightly fuller, with a gentle dip at the center, like it had been shaped with care.
There was a hint of moisture still glistening on them from the water she had just sipped, and he could almost feel the coolness of the glass pressed to them a moment ago.
They weren’t smiling now.
But there was something tender in their stillness—something that invited him closer, as if her lips were waiting to be remembered, not just seen.
And as he looked at them—unmoving, unguarded—his breath caught.
Because for the first time, he wasn’t just seeing her lips this close.
He was imagining what it might feel like to kiss them.
“Is this okay?” he didn’t ask, she could read it from his eyes
She didn’t answer with words.
But her lips parted.
Her eyes softened.
And her fingers tightened on his waist.
That was all the permission he needed.
He leaned in, slowly, giving her every moment to stop him.
He lowered his lips — slowly — and pressed his lips to her forehead.
The most respectful, vulnerable kiss he could offer.
A breath on skin.
Her eyes closed, the way someone closes their eyes to remember a forgotten song.
Then his lips found her temple, and then—her cheek, lingering there longer.
Her scent filled his lungs — jasmine and warmth, a whisper of soap, and something uniquely her.
He could feel the silken curve of her cheek under his lips. He moved slowly, as if mapping a secret no one else knew.
Then his lips touched her brow — soft and slow.
From there, he kissed the side of her face. The corner of her eye. Her cheek. Her jawline.
Her breath hitched
He drew his head back just a little.
His fingers still resting on her waist, needing one last glimpse of her lips—soft, parted slightly, as if they were waiting for something they’d never dared to ask for.
His gaze lingered there, and in that breathless silence, he knew—this was the moment he’d never forget.
His eyes drifted downward, caught by the subtle curve of her lips.
They were neither painted nor dressed for effect—just naturally soft, the kind of lips that seemed to hold quiet stories and long silences.
The lower one was slightly fuller, with a gentle dip at the center, like it had been shaped with care.
There was a hint of moisture still glistening on them from the water she had just sipped, and he could almost feel the coolness of the glass pressed to them a moment ago.
They weren’t smiling now.
But there was something tender in their stillness—something that invited him closer, as if her lips were waiting to be remembered, not just seen.
And as he looked at them—unmoving, unguarded—his breath caught.
Because for the first time, he wasn’t just seeing her lips this close.
He was imagining what it might feel like to kiss them.
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