Like waves gently rolling into the shore, they kissed. All sweet touches and loving exploration as moments of yearning finally became reality in a precious, private moment. The build up to the confession had been a gradual one, gifts exchanged and personal meetings (dates) had.

Only when the shifting of the clock’s hand breaks the silence that had been filled by heavy breaths and pounding hearts do they part, hands still lingering but for a moment longer on each other’s skin. “I’ll see you after, then?” “Of course. I shall look forward to it.”