How would you kiss?

She tilts her head just slightly, lips parted, waiting to see what you'll do first. Soft light catches the curve of her jaw, the stillness between you charged with that specific tension only a first kiss carries.

Would you go slow — fingertips lifting her chin, mouth barely grazing hers before pulling back? Or does your hand find her waist, pulling her flush against you before she finishes the thought?

She's watching your eyes drop to her mouth. She notices. That small shift in her breathing tells you she's already decided she wants to find out exactly what kind of kisser you are.