Monday, February 13, 2012

Be My Valentine

What was it he just said? Her gaze lifted from her hands, twisting a knot in her lap, and washed across his face before skittering back to the pale yellow knot circled beneath the salt shaker.

Still, at the furthest edge of her vision, across two tables, she caught his smile. A prick of fluorescent orange wanting bunched beneath her ribs, expanded with her lungs, and she had to press the edges of her lips down, else match his. 

As she exhaled, she tried to pretend that she wasn't thinking about how those smiling lips would feel pressed against hers.

Happy Valentine's Day, my loves!