So focused on what could be wrong with Adrian while she called up every diagnosis she knew that involved symptoms like sensory confusion and self-mutilation, Alicia didn’t recognise what was about to happen until his lips were mere millimetres from hers. It was no more than a soft brush, that at the moment felt scorching, making her heart pound hard and her stomach feel as if she was free-falling. And then it was gone, leaving her entranced by the look of his lips for a moment as she added erratic behaviour to the list of symptoms.
It took her a moment before her mind caught up with reality when the thought that it wasn’t her wishful thinking that had her thinking he had just kissed her. He had just kissed her. Adrian had kissed her, and that was huge! Huge! Huge… though that kiss had been so brief, brief enough that she still wasn’t convinced it had actually happened. She raised her gaze to meet his before she took that step that brought her flush against him, and this time when she reached up, it was to cup his jaw to urge his head down and press her lips to his. She kissed him slowly, wanting to leave him no doubt, though a small part of her claimed that if she was ruining their friendship it wouldn’t be for just a small kiss. When the kiss eased off, she didn’t move away, just stayed close with her hand still on his cheek. “Wanting to do this?” she asked him, her voice little more than a whisper.