Chance

His hand slid though her curls, and while she longed for the touch , she too was timid about what this touch meant.
Quiet.  She hissed to herself, closing her eyes as if he could see the muddled debate taking place in her head.
     "I love you." He whispered.
     "I love you too." She replied instinctively, wondering if she should doubt the words that were falling out of her mouth.
She felt his lips press softly against her jaw bone, then her cheek; she knew her lips were next and waited, eyes closed, for their impact.
When his lips met hers, she felt the soft flutters of her heart: excitement and love deep inside.  Letting go of her thoughts she wrapped her arms around him and his kiss; giving in and taking a chance.