Midnight (Part II)

An hour or so later, we sit alone, whispering the New Year into existence.
'Any resolutions?' he asks, he hand still stroking circles across my spine.
'Yeh,' I hesitate, wondering if I should be disclosing this much to a boy I've never spoken to before, 'To take things slower, with boys.'
'I can help you with that.'
'You can, but you won't.'
His thumb strokes my lip, silencing me. I'm lifted off him. He presses my back against the cool wall, our legs intertwining. I gaze up at him, his soft features illuminated by a string of blue fairy lights above us. His hands skim my arms, shoulders, neck, chin. My face is tilted to meet his, those warm lips tracing my features until, just when I can't take anymore, he kisses me again. The gentle tug of his lips against mine, so impassioned, so charged, so... unexpected. I can feel myself shuddering, but he holds me against his chest, so I'm secure and disarrayed all at once.
My heart begins to slow once more- I look up into his dark eyes, wondering why I hadn't noticed them before.
He shakes his head.
'What?' I ask.
'How did this happen to us?'
'I don't know.' And I don't.