On the couch
The noise from the television faded into silence.
We were on the couch.
“Who’s there?” he pointed his finger to the glass door. I turned my head to the right and I don’t see anyone.
Feeling part foolish and part angry, I readied the words in my mind. That’s silly! I would say the moment I turn around.
Halfway through the turn back to the television, two fingers gently grasped the bottom of my chin. A face loomed above my eyes.
Instinctively I closed my eyes, and parted my lips.
We kissed.
