Dreams of White Cotton Dresses and Sunbeams Through a Picket Fence

Their fingers entwine.
Their hearts race.
Their minds run blank of coherent thought.

His upper lip begins to sweat as he waits for the end of the night.
His feet stutter in anticipation to touch his lips to the soft, strawberry ones he had been enraptured in all night.
His hands remove the nervous sweat that had been ruminating on them forever.

Her eyes jolt off into the distance away from his.
Her face heats up when she turns to see him smile.
Her mouth curls into an awkward grin.

Their feet push against each other underneath the table.
Their voices breathe inaudible exchanges of hidden emotion.
Their lips meet.