Everything was moving in slow motion- he was tilting her head up toward him, moving almost cautiously down to her lips, and the whirlwind around them seemed to stop. His lips were soft, gentle, warm- they were actually everything she'd imagined kissing George might be like. Her heart was pounding and she moved just a little closer to him.
Before she knew it, the kiss was over and she was left feeling a little breathless, as if she was in the middle of- well, a dream. She smiled and knew her cheeks were scarlet. She licked her lips for the linger taste and pulled the bottom one between her teeth, trying not to grin.
"That was..." what was that? Nice? Wonderful? Too short?
"Can we get out of here?" she asked him, no longer desiring to be in the pub at all.