The feeling of nervousness bubbles.
It doesn't escape.
It grows with each kiss. Touch. Caress.
His hand moving over mind. Through my hair.
I find both comfort with his ease.
And panic it my beats' reaction.
Faster. "Take it slow."
But faster - and my breath escapes me.
A moment to find it, I find myself lost in what was once a non-negotiable.
Now open to negotiation.
"Who is writing this movie script?"
It's too soon -- And suddenly I'm 17 again.