This is it, I guess. After all these months, the looks and subtle touches, it’s finally going to happen. She threads her fingers into my hair, and we begin to inch closer. I swallow hard when we’re only centimeters away. The conversation we had before we got here comes back to mind. “Because I want you…”

She wants me, and I want her, too. I want her bad, and I don’t care if it’s wrong or however people categorize it.

Then it happens: our lips collide and I feel a surge of…well, a surge of something that’s for sure. Her lips are moving gracefully, and I’m left nearly motionless in a stupor as my hand lays stupidly on her upper arm.

I’m left feeling a pang of loss as she slowly pulls away. I open my eyes and see her brown orbs staring into mine, again. I let out a breath, and we lean our foreheads together for a moment.

She pulls away and grabs for my hand leading me to her bed. Her bed? Oh boy…

She sits down on the edge, and I follow suit and do the same. Here we are, again, staring into each other’s eyes. Something in her eyes is reassuring, though. As if they were saying “Don’t worry, it’s okay.” I silently agree.

This is just like the concept of L.A. itself. We’ve only got a few moments to catch our breath; then we have to head back into the madness. She puts her hand on my cheek, and brings herself closer, again.

I’ll say what I’ve said before…

Our lips touch, once more, and she gently pushes me back and lies on top of me.