endless night

An endless night, two bodies trapped in time.

He stared into her eyes, enchanted by its beauty. The candle on top of the table made their silhouetted figures dance in the background. It was the perfect night, a night that neither of them would forget.

“If I were to kiss your lips, what would you say?” he said as soft as a whisper.

She smiled and stared toward the candle, slowly blowing her breath to extinguish its flames.

She moved closer to him, leaning towards his face but still staring into his eyes. Their lips gradually getting closer and closer, until finally they kissed, a kiss that made an already perfect night even better.