her body pressed up against his side with one hand on his shoulder.
He doesn’t back away or shrug her off.
He flicks his eyes to me,
then leans into his hip,
hand buried in his pocket.
Her fingers trace slow
down the back of his arm.
Then up… to his neck.
He turns,
a tilt over his shoulder,
maybe to say something,
or hear what she has to say.
But she reaches, pulling him down.
And she kisses him.
And for one long second?—
just a second?—
he just stands there.
Not pushing her off.
Not pulling away.
Not kissing her back.
Not stopping her.
Hand in pocket. Head tipped.
Letting her take.
Letting her have him.
And he justfuckin’stands there.
And I just watch.
And they’re just kissing.
And my throat’s closing up.
My body shuts down.
My chest caves in.
