should we kiss?

Her lips part just slightly, holding the question she already knows the answer to. Dark eyes lock onto yours, patient, almost daring — the kind of look that makes the air between two people feel thick and deliberate.

She leans forward by a fraction, close enough that you catch warmth radiating off her skin. The moment stretches, unhurried, her breath a soft presence near your mouth.

You don't answer with words. Neither does she. The space between you collapses slowly, sweetly, until the question dissolves into something far more satisfying than any spoken reply.