I moved closer to him on the couch, slowly lifting my hands and tilting his head so I could look at his eyes on a closer scale. He was only inches away from me and I could feel the heat from his body. He stared at me as I looked into his green eyes, marveling at the different shades they held. My eyes slowly trailed down his face, reaching his lips. I stared at them, wondering what they felt like now. They surely don't feel the same now as they did all those years back. I bit my lip as I attempted to focus my attention elsewhere.
I looked away from his mouth and back to his eyes, only noticing that his pupils had dilated. I felt a fluttering sensation in my stomach as I continued to stare at him. I think I'm going to kiss him. I want to kiss him. Would it be weird if I just went for it?
