Jen looked around briefly but didn't notice that I had re-entered the room. Inching closer I wondered which photo she was looking at. As I snuck up close enough to peer over her I saw which one she had in her hands. A photo of me and my boyfriend at the beach, with me wearing a very skimpy bikini.
I stood very, very still, not daring to breathe. I didn't know why but something in the way she was looking at the photo, spread on all fours, intimated that this was supposed to be a private moment.
I shuffled ever so quietly and slowly to one side, away from the kitchen doorway behind us. I was so close to her I could have touched her. In fact if Jen splayed her legs out even the slightest bit her knees would hit my feet.
I froze as she looked back over her shoulder, looking back towards the doorway I had come through. Standing close to her other shoulder I waited. Satisfied that I was still in the kitchen she returned to gazing at the photo, then lowered her head slightly and kissed it. Shocked at this strange action I kept watching. As Jen's soft pink lips peeled slowly back off the photo I almost gasped out loud.
She was kissing me. |