First kiss

I walked her to her car, the night air still humming with our laughter and conversations. The parking lot was quiet, stars barely visible overhead, but she lit up everything around her in that beautiful yellow jumper. She leaned against her car and turned to me, her eyes lingering like there was something left unspoken, something waiting between us. My heart pounded so loud I was sure she could hear it. I took a breath, trying to steady myself, but every step closer felt like I was moving into a moment I’d been waiting for all my life. I looked at her, caught in that warm glow from the streetlight, and before I knew it, I leaned in. She met me halfway, her lips soft and warm, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. It was simple, sweet, but it felt like the whole world had paused just for us, holding its breath. Everything faded, and all I could feel was her, standing there with me, wrapped in this gentle, heart-stopping magic. When we pulled back, I looked at her, and she smiled, that quiet, knowing smile that said everything. My heart still raced, but I knew I’d carry that moment with me—the glow of her yellow jumper, the taste of her first kiss, and the feeling that something beautiful had just begun.