The Kiss

The kiss is quick, brief, and hot. For seconds, the two remain only with their lips pressed against each other. Johnny's hands hold Emanuele's hands, softly and tenderly.

Then he pulls his face away from hers, staring into her eyes.

The girl doesn't know what to say or do. She just stares back at him, searching for the right words. If there were any right words to be said.

Jhonny is the first to speak, his voice hoarse.

"I'm sorry. Was that too hasty?"

Emanuele replies, somewhat flustered:

"Precipitate? Precipitate?! That depends. Big city rules must be quite different from small towns, right? I mean, maybe you already had a few drinks before I arrived and that's why you became uninhibited. Not that you are uninhibited. I mean, people tend to be more loose around here, right? Or don't they? Is it biased of me to say that? Of course not, right? Is it a prejudice to think that it is a prejudice for me to say that?

Jhonny holds himself back from laughing, letting out only a small chuckle