TITLE: Fourth and Goal
GENRE: YA Fiction
Trey and Trinity have just finished opening night of their high school's musical. They find themselves alone in the makeup room after curtain.
“Yeah?” She stepped up towards him. He took a polite step back and found that he couldn’t go any further: the counter dug into his lower back. She very carefully placed her hands on his shoulders and her touch burned through his shirt. A long, long second stretched into eternity while they stared at each other from mere inches away. His mind raced through about eighty million things in that second: what Michelle said earlier that day, the disastrous makeup room meeting of yesterday, the extremely real possibility that they were about to kiss unless he did something very, very stupid like yesterday and even now, even now the insidious doubt that somehow, some way, he’d managed to read everything hideously wrong even though she started to lean in a little—should he ask? Would that be polite? At least that way he could clear the air once and for—
His brain whited out completely as they both finally closed the gap and her lips slid against his.
It was over as soon as he had the chance to register that it happened.
“Is—um. Okay?” she whispered, and wow, was she crazy? How could this ever be anything but okay?
“Yeah,” he managed breathlessly and they surged forward once more. This time, he had the brain capacity to notice a few things: her lips were slightly chapped from singing all night, but were still pliable enough against his; her body radiated warmth and he was acutely aware of everywhere it met his; his back sort of hurt from where she pressed him against the counter but he honestly couldn’t be bothered enough to move; his hands clutched the edge of the counter as though it kept him living but there were so many better places for them to be.