In Kissing Range

Narrator: A serge of emotions, rushing of blood. Our body temperature rises. Its so hot in here, or is it just us? We been picturing this moment from the time we layed eyes. How would it start, where would it happen? Will it be as soft and right as we both imagine? Theres a sexual tention in this space, the four walls arent moving but some how im 2 inches from his face. Im looking down but i know the moment is coming. Its inevitable, we both really want it. But we wait. Its important that mentally were in the same place. Something too small, yet its a grand ole event. Places people, Places! The lights dim. Everyone is in their seat. Silence. You could hear your own heart beat. The orchestra starts to play, A classical tune, soft and fall sweet. Two actors take the stage. A man and a women, background scene, in a car parked on her street. This is Act Two. In act one they first meet, they met at a friends house, played card games and had drinks. When the party was done, they talked with each other from night till dawn on this very same street. They spoke of old times, life goals and past lovers. The conversation was whitty and slick comments coy, but the flirting was obvious. And it was also obvious that girl liked boy. A tickle lead to a nibble that lead to a lick of one single finger. She thought to herself this could be trouble if i decide to linger. Its 7am, I have to go! I'd like to see you again. AND SCENE! A week later they're in the same place, in a car parked on her street. Act two, PLACES PEOPLE, PLACES! Shes 2 inches from his face. SCENE! Narrator: I want to kiss her. I want him to kiss me. Tell me how did I end up this close to his lips please. They're in kissing range, but she speaks...she said "dont kiss me" and he doesn't... so this story will be continued in Act Three.