Emprisoned by a Kiss
We sat together on the same bench in the rose-covered gazebo, not really knowing about kissing. My little finger embraced her little finger on the wooden bench. We sat there holding fingers for the longest time.
Not speaking just sitting, soon we were holding hands, both blushing, excited about holding hands for the first time. Our hearts were pounding, neither of us knowing what to do next. We both drew in a deep breath and exhaled as we closed our eyes savouring the moment.
Something startled us, was it a car starting in the driveway, or a screen door slamming on the porch. Our time in the gazebo would soon be over. Staring at each other, it was now or never. We kissed our first kiss. The longest kiss we ever kissed because our braces locked as we sat there emprisoned by a kiss.