A Steady Situation 3, Part 3

One of his very simple yet profound joys was soaking a silent atmosphere in whenever one was fomented. It was, perhaps, especially odd for someone so active. The every-now-and-then turn of a page as she read marked the moments he sat, as she lay against him, staring into silence. He readjusted his legs, and noticed the sofa, for a moment. One of the pieces of furniture she had asked him to help pick out. She turned around, elevating herself slightly, looking directly at him, putting her book down. She was so close, he could see every contour of her face, including her ponderous smile.

You know, I bet you’d never kiss me even if I were

She moved in further

this close, and I had basically said everything I could without saying directly that I wanted to be kissed.

He could see every filament of her eyes just before he closed his own. He gently pressed his forehead against hers, and stroked her hands up to her arms.

They kissed.