afternoon2
“Please? I wanna see how it feels,”
you asked innocently, the racquet
pressed against your nose and slightly
pouted lips as you waited patiently
for me to kiss you.
I may have giggled at such a sight,
our friends already playing tennis
without us, even though we were
in the middle of the court, “no way,”
I mumbled embarrassed.
“Just the cheek then?” you asked
bringing the racquet to your cheek
instead as you chuckled adorably,
“just one? Really quickly – they
won't see it,” you said as if you knew
exactly what I was thinking about.
I shook my head and tried to hide
the goofy grin on my face as I
stared down at my feet, my racquet
swinging between us.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes still smiling,
a wonderful smile, “can I do it
to you then?”
“Fine,” I mocked your words, faking
annoyance, cheeks warm and my
belly fluttering as I turned my head
a little, caught a glimpse of Janie
smiling at me, and letting you kiss
my cheek through the stupid racquet.
“Cutie,” you grinned, before all but
skipping over to Jackson on the other
court.
Cutie, my brain, it echoed, again
and again straight after.
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