I lead him to the room. It was his arrival to the hotel, so he was carrying luggage and we were keeping a friendly conversation though I'm pretty sure that both of us were kinda thinking of sth else too. The very fact that a girl goes with you to your hotel room should suggest such thoughts anyway, no?
Elevator, room, some words about the way how the door opens and about previous adventures with the key-card... We are in. He puts the bag down, we look around - a pause - my mobile rings. I pick it up and start talking. I lean at the wall, and raise one foot touching the wall with it. I feel how his eyes are watching me, I see them noticing all.
I finish my conversation and we decide to go out to the town but before that we both happen to be close to each other in the narrow part of the room, almost a corridor right next to the door - he looks at me with those eyes, I see him getting ready to say sth and he asks: "May I kiss you?" I answer: "Yes" and wait till his shiverring lips touch mine... It lasts for a moment, a short one, too short when I look at that from today's perspective. We are both shy and not daring...
He was the first man who asked me this question and this kiss will always be something special to remember for the rest of my life. Even now I have butterflies in my stomach and remember knees bending...
